Chronicles of Isya: Honorable Mentions

[GM_Dakkon]

With well over 50 submissions, and only 5 possible contenders for the prize of this event. It goes without saying that alot of great stories had to be taken out of the running. However these stories deserve to be heard and their writers given the credit they should recieve.

These stories were selected based on storyline, originality, or something about the writer themselves that made their story stand out to me. Obviously I cannot post all 50+ stories here and for that I am sorry if your story is not posted.

For those who are selected and those whom decide to read them I hope you enjoy, and I once again thank ALL those players who put their thoughts to paper and submitted them for this event


The Story titles and their authors are...
1. SPARK of HOPE Written by: Implicatus
2. Sisters in Arms Written by: ZiporaTsuki
3. Angel Cleric Written by: fatalrob0t
4. A Story For All Written by: Star_Maiden
5. Aces of Isya Written by: Architect
6. The Golden Archer Written by: valinceia
7. Inspiration of Teva Written by: elifina
8. The Battle for Isya Written by: h9it9a
9. Transitory Hero Written by: Alektos
10. Enduring Friendship Written by: Maximus_Raven
11. The coming Darkness Written by: Metalfyre
12. Giant Goblin King Written by: Vanadiesa
13. Burning Rock Battle Written by: silkiequeen

Enjoy,
Dakkon

[GM_Dakkon]

"You only need a SPARK of HOPE to build the fire that keeps you going until the end"

It has been a long time ago, since I wrote something in my journal... And it has been an even longer time, since I channeled my thoughts, in order to write them down in a way that not only I could understand the words on the paper... It was hard for me to forget, and now it's hard to remember, but I cannot hide from the shadows of my past.

The little town in which I was born has vanished from the face of the world, and erased from my heart. A new "era" has started in my life, and a new adventure awaited me, and my brother. Caltidar and I faced many dangers, and struggled over many difficulties to make it to Roumen, the village of hope. We lost both our mother and father, but there was one thing that we could hold on to, and that was each other.

Roumen was a peaceful little village with friendly people, and with a glitter that brightened the heart of all the adventurers who came across the seas of Isya. This was the place where our adventure began. As the citizens of Roumen accepted us as friends, we became more experienced together, and learned to fight again for those who we loved, and for the memories of our loved ones. Caltidar was stronger than ever, and learned new skills by mastering the blade again, and I... well I stick-ed to my little spells as usual, trying to recover my loss of strength, with the power of the mind. We had a wonderful life, I even found the one who I was destined to be with, and her name was NayraAry. She was a chosen one of Goddess Teva, a member of the priest society on Isya, who had the power to heal ones wounds. The locals just called them Clerics, maybe because of their "clear vision about life itself" that they got from Teva. We were the perfect trio, unbeatable as we thought... but we were wrong.

One day as we were training our skills in the battle zone of Roumen, THEY came... The ones from the ever besieged town of Uruga. Elfs spoiled by the cruel hand of war, enjoyed debasing on our weak knowledge of combat. They beat us to the ground, and laughed at our tears. That was the first moment when we felt the calling of Legel, the dark, condemned shadow that created everything, and was banished from its throne to haunt the wastelands of its own creation. He was forever active, trying to wake the slumbering chaos amongst the people of Teva, to regain the upper hand. He was the one who smuggled fear, and selfishness into the heart of every elf, and he was doing a good job. Guilds were born, and war began to rage between them, but none really knew who hit first...

He was calling us... He wanted to show us the sweet taste of revenge... And we fell to his temptation. We went to Elderine, the central town of the land, where war first appeared, and began our training. We worked hard to gain the power for revenge, every soul who we swept out of our way, was one step further for Legel to become all powerful again, and we didn't even care.
Until one day, when we met someone. A fierce archer of the land called Nikkolas, whose name was well known for even the oldest citizens of Isya, and his arrows were feared amongst the strongest warriors. He came to us, and shown us what real power was all about. He didn't even sweat when he took down all three of us. All we saw was just arrows raining form the sky, and when he was done with us leaving the "unbeatable trio" lain in the dirt, he came over, offered his hand and said: "I could use three good people like you in my guild". He explained that the only way to get ones attention, and respect is to show him that you are worthy... So war did have a positive side on the land, for the wars that Imperium (the guild of Nikkolas) started, gained respect, and ended pointless slaughters of innocents.

Legel became silent again for us. But the ones, who we overran upon our shag for revenge, heard Legel's voice louder than ever...

All we needed was a SPARK of HOPE, to find the way back into light. And that's what we have to offer for those who are misguided on their way to become blessed ones of Teva.

[GM_Dakkon]

It was a beautiful day at the beach, and two sisters walked along the water’s edge. One with blond hair wore a red kimono, while the other with dark red hair wore black shorts and a yellow top; neither looked like they were anywhere near ready to defend themselves from the numerous creatures prowling around them. However, since the monsters didn’t take notice to them, it probably didn’t matter, and even if they did, perhaps the sword sheathed at the blonde’s hip, or the hammer tucked under the arm of the redhead would prove to be decent defense after all.

The two were slowly making their way back to Elderine, having been summoned to Roumen for a task which wound up being quite time consuming. Even though they would have liked to make it to the larger city before nightfall, neither wanted waste an expensive warp scroll. Nor did they dare tire themselves out by running; they needed to head to Uruga. As they neared a bridge, the blond frowned, coming to a stop.

“What’s up?” her sister asked.

The blond could see a camp up ahead. There wasn’t one when they went from Elderine to Roumen.

Seeing the camp, the red head sighed, “Asa…did you get us lost?”

“No I didn’t,” Asa, Asauey to most, replied, “We’re just temporarily misplaced.”

Her sister, known as Lirimaera, shook her head and laughed, “Suuuure…”

Asauey laughed as well, pulling out a map. “Ah! There we are; I went towards the wrong bridge. If we follow the beach going south, we’ll reach the right one and-”

She was cut off by an ear piercing scream. The girls looked up towards the camp. Running down the hill as fast as their legs could carry them were two kids. It was evident by their apparel and weapons that they were apprentices from Roumen, and from the looks on their faces, they knew they didn’t stand a chance against the mob hot on their heels.

Asauey recognized the mob, “Those are Mara’s Elites.”

Lirimaera nodded, “Look who’s behind them.” Towering above her pirates was a woman with a pegged leg clad in white.

The sisters knew this pirate well. “Mara…” Asauey growled. Once the two had gained experience in battle, Grandpa Robin told Asauey and Lirimaera Mara’s tale, and asked the two to defeat the pirate captain. With the help of many others, they had managed to force her back to her ship, not willing to kill her, but hoping that she would think twice about attacking others.

Seeing the mob before them however proved that things didn’t go as planned. “That mob will kill them!” Lirimaera whispered to Asauey.

The blond drew her sword, “Take Mara, I’ll handle the mob.” The sisters sprinted forward.

As they got closer, the apprentices noticed the two heading their direction. Seeing a hammer in one’s hand and a sword in the other’s the apprentices dashed straight towards the sisters. “Help us! Please!” cried out one, a young mage.

“Keep running,” Lirimaera instructed, keeping up her pace as the kids passed her.

“Be careful,” the cleric warned, “That one in white has already taken out our friend.”

The redhead groaned, “Looks like I have another task after this…” She raised her hammer as she rushed forward, landing a blow on the white pirate’s shoulder. Mara stumbled back before turning her attention to the new arrival.

Mara’s Elites turned towards the cleric as well, only to be distracted by the ground shaking around them. Asauey smirked as a mob of pink haired pirates turned to her. They came as one huge group, attacking her from the front. Of course, none managed to get a blow in before they realized their fatal mistake. The ability to mock…was not a skill an apprentice knew. Asauey spun around, winds forming around her as sharp as blades. The warrior’s whirlwind attack was too great; the pirates were knocked off their feet instantly.

While Asauey made fools out of the Elites, Lirimaera was showing their leader just how far she had come since the two had last faced. The last time they had come as a five man team, and still almost lost members many times in that battle that took ages. However, this time with each blow, the cleric could easily see her foe backing down, weakening significantly with each blow. To further aggravate the pirate, Lirimaera had become more agile as she continued through her adventures, easily dodging the painful attacks that the pirate captain lashed out. Seeing as her sister had things under control, Asauey focused on searching for the fallen apprentice. She spotted him the moment she saw Mara drop into the sand from the corner of her eye. “Sis over here,” she called, pointing to a young fighter lying face down in the sand. He looked a little worse for wear, but nothing her sister couldn’t handle.

While Lirimaera focused on reviving the young fighter, Asauey turned her attention to the pirate captain who was attempting to stand. She pointed the tip of her sword at the pirate’s throat, “Remember this Mara. You fought my sister and I when we were no older than those children you just attacked. My sister alone defeated you, and I defeated your minions with a single lash of my blade. While you thrive as a terrible foe to these apprentices today, tomorrow they will become clever fighters, hawk archers, wiz mages, and high clerics. Soon, they will -like us- become warriors, paladins, scouts, and enchanters. They will remember the terrible deeds you have done to them, and will consider you an enemy even when you are not worth their time. So go on Mara, keep attacking as you please! The moment one cries for help, we’ll come running. The moment you lift your blade, one of us shall parry. We are all members of the Heneath Adventure Clan; we stand as one, and that one is an opponent no evil can withstand.”

[GM_Dakkon]

Erelah looked to the horizon as she watched the participants in the great race across Isya. It was a part of the summer Isya Olympics, but she hardly participated in them. She really just liked to be alone while she helped others. As a cleric, that was a part of her duties.

She sat atop a cliff, looking over the at the water falls of the great Forest of Mist, watching a group of people race past; the water calming her as the birds and beasts flew and ran about. She was a tall girl with shoulder length pale blue hair that was pulled into a medium sized braid on the left side of her head. She was strongly built with a lot of power in her legs and shoulders, perfect for wielding the hammers she was want to use. Like all clerics of her rank, she wore the prerequisite blue cleric uniform skirt with the holy cross emblazoned in gold across her chest.

She stood when the rest of the group had passed her and made her way toward the gate for Elderine on the other side of the big mountain like hill behind her. Thankfully, she wouldn’t have to climb up the side of the mountain just to get into Elderine, since a gate was on the side where it could be perfectly accessed. The gate was a big, blue structure that glowed through the dim atmosphere and could be seen from nearly a mile away. Once through the gate, she found herself inside the walls of the great city of Elderine. So vast was it that one could almost see it go on forever. The walls around were high and blocked one from seeing anything other than sky. Toward the west end was where the guild master and the high priest stood. There, she could find all the spells she needed to use for herself and those under her care.

To the south end of the city was a coliseum where guilds could fight, though typically the guilds fought each other out in the open, attacking all who were at war with them. To the north end there were stores and the gate to the Moonlight Tomb. That was her next stop. She needed to get the dead parts of the flying staves in order to get some more money into her bank account. The resident witch who oversaw all the other mages in the world of Isya had asked her to do this task. Once she reloaded her magic crystal pouch and put a few more health crystals into her health pouch, she set off for the Moonlight Tomb gate only to be stopped by a male fighter.

“What is it you require of me?” asked Erelah inquisitively.

“I need help inside the Tomb. Would you help me?” asked the fighter, resting his big broadsword across his shoulders. He was taller than her with a broad chest and broad shoulders, his face was pleasant to look upon, but not overly handsome.

“All right,” she said, “I’ll help you. Come along then.”

The group running through Isya ran past her through the gate. She sighed and followed through until she and the fighter made it inside the Tomb and rode their hobby horses toward the place that the fighter needed to gather whatever he needed for the various quests he had accepted. Once there, they dismounted and she followed him as fast as she could to whatever fate he had in mind for them. As her luck would have it, he needed to kill a bunch of monsters that she would likely die from if she tried to kill them herself all alone like she typically would do.

“Help me kill these lamp vivis!” called the fighter as he attacked. It was taking all Erelah’s power just to keep up with him and to keep herself alive. “Come on! It takes too long to kill them all by myself! Please!!”

With a deep, steadying breath, Erelah gave out a battle cry and jumped right into the fray with the fighter. The fighter swung his sword about, slashing and skewering the lamp vivis, while Erelah slammed her hammer into their great big heads. Lamp Vivis, like all vivis, were elemental beast monsters that had no feet, but could float a certain amount above the ground. They each shared similar appearances to one another with their heads being wide and grotesque and their jaws large with vast amounts of sharp teeth and each could throw their own favored element at their opponent with ease. Erelah was just doing good trying to keep her hair from getting singed. Lord knows that would be the last straw for her right then and there!

The fighter grabbed the lamp vivi and pulled it closer to him, pulling it away from Erelah as she tried to heal herself quickly. Erelah gasped as she saw him do it, noticing how he grit his teeth to even touch the beast. To touch one of these creatures was to burn yourself on fire. What was he thinking?!

When at last the beasts were dead, he smiled weakly at Erelah. She saw his apologetic look toward her and felt a piece of herself relax. “I’m sorry if that scared you, Miss Cleric,” he said.

“Erelah,” she said.

“I’m Aras. Thank you for helping me,” he said.

She smiled and brought up her hammer toward the heavens. A light came down on Aras and all his wounds, even his hands, which were burned, healed. “An Angel’s guild cleric always takes care of her charges,” she said, smiling. “I wish you luck on your other quests.”

Such was the life of a cleric. You lived to protect those who you aided in battle. That was your role and Erelah played that to its fullest. Now, if only she could find a man who might interest her romantically! Until then, she was an Angels’ cleric to the end.

[GM_Dakkon]

Some people live their lives in the shadows of others, while others are meant for greatness. For these stories, most are left untold, except by those whose hearts were changed because of them.

For what started with a dream, ended with a dream, and the memories of these heroes will never be forgotten.

Some heroes however, only show up when they are needed, like angels guided by the heavens, they appear, working behind the scenes, bringing peace and order to those they care so much about. Some do it for themselves, others do it for the glory, and while others do it for the mere satisfaction of knowing they changed the world.

Whichever the cause, this is where hero's are born, in this magical land, where the impossible is an everyday occurrence. This story of a girl, who became loved by few in the end, but discovered something for herself, who in the midst of confusion found a new path to follow. And like a true hero, found herself pushed to the limit.

Among entering the world, one might feel as though they are alone, even surrounded by what seems like millions of people. Like a new born child, she was brought into this world for a reason. A silent angel, who's driven ambition, was to make all those around her feel as loved as she did.

Often she sat there, and listened to what others had to say, listened to the gossip, laughed with them, cried with them, heard their stories, and was hurt because of them. For what people say, isn't always what they mean. "Don't be dishearten", she said," Because everything happens for a reason, and even the smallest seed, one day will become a mighty oak."
She met many heroes on her journey, and each one touched her heart deeply.
Though from the start, everyone's joy, and laughter was heard loud and clear from the brightness of their hearts, eventually, it all faded away, and the people faded away, for what was real soon crept into their hearts yet again. Through it all, these heroes kept laughing. Though their laugher was nothing more than a whisper, they wouldn't give up. War would break out, and while swords clashed, and hearts were weary in the time of darkness one light shone through it all, and as a friend once told her,

"One thing I remember, the skies still blue behind your eyes, here the rain might fall forever...but there’s one place the sun still shines", In this dream world, Everyone's escape from reality, which life, doesn't give very often. They fought the odds, brought light to those in dark times, and became stronger at heart. People often tried to bring them down, or break them apart, but their strength and love for each other kept them strong.

She watched gradually as these heroes left, and went their own direction, fell in love and eventually vowed eternal love. She went out on her own as well. Using what strength she had left, to fight for herself.
Finally accepting her fate, she continued on her journey, leaving them behind, but never forgetting them.

Through it all, she learnt one important lesson. That even though, sometimes escaping from reality is a nice change, only those who have true courage, can get up and fight what’s real.

She'll never forget those who changed her life. For in this land of Isya, walks the shadow of not just one great hero, but many, who only to few, will be remembered forever.

Never forget, that strength lies within, and even though the world has lost its light, it's never too late to let yours shine.

For we are the legends of our time.

[GM_Dakkon]

The fight against Legel and his forces never ends, and countless times, throughout Isya’s history, there have been those brave or foolish enough to stand against him. These heroes were numerous, and a select few even received the Goddess Teva’s blessing, becoming supernaturally powerful. The Guardian Magi became symbols of Teva’s strength and icons for adventurers worldwide.

Yet, heroes can be found anywhere…

All is a blur as a dark metallic figure bursts from a patch of overgrowth, jumping over a rotten log, and then racing down the path to a clearing. The usually placid Forest of Mist was now a violent battlefield, unusual monsters rampaging and destroying all that moved. The figure sped towards the clearing, a loud crashing noise close behind. The figure reached the clearing, screeched to a halt, whirled around and raised a massive shield and equally massive hammer. The woman’s hair, pure blue and shining like crystal, created a halo around her heavily armored body when it hit the ray of light which permeated the canopy of the forest. She stood her ground, body set and gorgeous green eyes fearless. The crashing stopped abruptly, casting an unnatural silence in the area.

“C’mon, ugly!”

Immediately after her statement, the creature exploded out of the bush; what was once a normal Mad Wolf was now a horribly mutated version of the monster, easily 15-20 feet tall, and massively muscular. Its overall body had grown, features and fur black as night, eyes dead and glowing white. The maw of this new wolf was overrun with acidic saliva, and too many teeth to fit, which made it look as though it were smiling its sinister intent. The Dark Mad Wolf launched itself towards Hammer-chan. She smiled back at it.

“Rawr.”

Waiting until the last moment, she jumps aside and swings her hammer at its side. The wolf stops on a dime and catches her hammer in its teeth, crashing bone against solid metal, rebounding Hammer-chan at least 2 feet backward.

“You-! No more games!”

Hammer-chan strikes again, and the wolf simply put its maw in the way. Again, and again, she swung, and each time, the wolf taunted her by deflecting with its teeth. Although frustrated, Hammer-chan had one more trick stashed away. She jumps back, and brings her hands together, praying. The wolf didn’t miss a beat and launched forward, jaws stretched and teeth flashing.

“NOW!!”

The wolf smashes into an invisible wall, and Hammer-chan rushes to it, shining a steady blue light from her armor. As she runs, arrows and spells flew at the wolf, striking home, and severely injuring the beast. The spells and arrows distracted the wolf long enough for an attack from above. A warrior with jade green hair jumped onto its back from a tree top, sinking her gigantic blade into it and holding on tightly while it thrashed. In a blind rage, the wolf knocks Hammer-chan into the air. She twists in midair, lands on her shield, and slides to a tree.

“Damn! Owie…”
A flash of light and the pain is gone.
“You ok!?”
“Yeah! Thanks, Holmes! Stay with the V.I.P.!”

Hammer-chan rushes towards the fight, leaving the violet-haired girl at the tree to follow her commander’s order. Agent Holmes was, like Hammer-chan, a cleric, whose main duty was to protect the messenger V.I.P.
Holme’s looks back in time to see a flurry of arrows and spells launch from a flanking position at the wolf. Again, they land, the arrows true to their marks, and the spells powerful.

A scream from the beast’s back announced that one of the projectiles hit too close to home.

“Watch it, you moron!” was the remark they heard as the warrior sank a second blade into the wolf’s back to get a better grip. Howling, the wolf went into a frenzy.

“Halo, control him!” shouted Hammer-chan.
“Trying my best-! Could use a HAND!”

More arrows and spells directed towards the wolf’s head shot out, but the rampaging monster’s flailing made it difficult to hit. It was crazed, splintering trees and sending debris everywhere. It was bleeding pure white liquid profusely, and was obviously close to death.

“Zuka-chan, make some holes in the ground. 79th, snare it up!”

Agents Zukablast and 79th each did their job. Zukablast blasted holes into the ground in the wolf’s path, and 79th shot a vine into its legs. The legs were bound just as they fell into the holes, and down it went. It slammed hard into the ground, launching Codename Halo into the air. The warrior pulled her blades out with her, aligned herself properly, and shot straight down with devastating force, cracking the ground and pinning the creature’s neck securely to it with her Greatsword. The thing struggles to free itself, but it was futile. The beast tried to howl but its collapsed throat said otherwise. Still, it writhed, struggling to be free. Halo walked to its head, another blade at the ready, where she was joined by Hammer-chan and the rest of the troop.

“How’s this thing still alive?” Agent 79th remarked.

Hammer-chan rests a hand on its head. She drew a sharp breath and pulled away quickly.

“This wolf was corrupted. Something possessed it, warping it into this unholy sin.”

“So, how do we kill it?”

“That’s why you have us, 79th.” Hammer-chan motions to Agent Holmes, who nods. They raise their weapons high then send them plummeting down onto its head, their divine magic cleaving into its skull and instantly vaporizing the darkness. The rest of the wolf inflated, shot rays of white light out from splits in its hide, and exploded into bits of fine dust, which sparkled majestically as it settled.

There they stood, the “Aces of Isya”, victorious after banishing one of Legel’s many new corruptions; their V.I.P. unharmed. A Clever fighter, two High Clerics of the Tevian church, and a Wizmage; adventurers from the Ace Guild which now find themselves fighting unfamiliar forces in familiar territory, wary of what’s next.

[GM_Dakkon]

My stories is as simple as others and it begins with a girl named Elixe, and her dream was to be the master archer of all of Isya and living in a family in the Ancient Elven Woods in a small traveling tribe.

She had a supposable mother that got her because she was sent by the gods and was destine to become the next golden archer which was the highest rank in archery at the time in Isya and only one person could get it every 1000 years exactly on the same day in the exact year. It was suppose to be on the would have the challenge and it was a shot till the death as they call it the last person standing was the new Golden archer.

But it doesn’t last for too long since the prize is the new title and one wish. Wishes were rare in Isya and few people got them, not me for sure but that all changed when Elixe turned level 20 on her 14th birthday her mom told her it was time to leave.

But for what?
Was it for a job, or a new spot to live in?
Elixe had no clue then her mother said to see your city Elixe was shocked and was surprised by what her mother had said so she did as she was told and packed up for a journey that lasted nearly a year to a place called Elderine. She had never been out of the elven forests before so she was very concerned of how she would get there before she Turned 15.

The months passed as she traveled along and she was told not to make one friend or she would be slowed and would not make it there in time. She finally made it there in time and a week early as well.

She was greeted by a thousand voices chanting her name saying…
“She has returned the holder of Elderine”
A man dressed very nicely greeted her saying “Welcome to Elderine your highness”
“Why do you say such silly words I am no Queen” said Elixe
“But you are and we must get you some better robes perhaps a new bow and a new dress”
“Um sure “said Elixe “but I may ask why am I here “
“Why of course,” said the man “for the festival of the coming of the new Queen of Elderine”
“Why I thought there was already a king” replied Elixe

“Oh there is alright and were going to go see him right now.” they got in a black horse drawn wagon with gold rimmed and silk and leather seats on the inside and the wagon was pulled by 16 black stallions and the front one that looked angry and fierce had fire in his eyes he stared at me very calmly when he saw me until the crackle of the whip went off.

We pulled up to the grand castle and there was a man who had the same mark that was carved onto my bow that he had on his chest and on a gold medallion that gleamed in the sun. He spoke in the harshest of voices to the guards and the coach men saying to be perfect. As soon as he saw me he was soft and gentle and came up to me and gave me a big hug.

He said “Welcome home my daughter” and I was stunned and stupefied to hear. This I did not know I had a dad but I did not know it would be him I started to cry and as soon as I did a silky satiny handkerchief was brought to me he showed me to my room and I changed in to the most beautiful ruby red lined white dress that had over a million crystals in it as it seemed.
The man who had greeted me at the gate came into my room and was all flustered and said it was time for the coronation.

I did not know what to say to the people as it happened so quickly and before I knew it I was queen.

I started to practice my bow in the garden with my father who was a professional fighter and his father was a cleric and his father was a mage and so on so forth but I was the next in line to become the golden Archer as that was my destiny too fulfill. He told me many things I would soon learn more about and we practiced every day in the garden for a week. By then I was at my best and the most wonderful thing he told me was that I was to be a god and was already one I was the god of life and would hope to be the one to win the title of Golden Archer. The day passed quickly as I traveled to the tournament arena this year it was to be held in Elderine and there were five masters for each battle type. One would win above their group and then it was a fight till the death basically.

I finally made it to the finals and I put on my best dress because I did not want to die in armor. I wanted to die in the dress I met my father in my mother had died when I was born but she was always in my heart and I was going to use her love to help me win the games.

It took three days for the battle to end and by the time it was over I didn’t see it coming, a fighter threw a dart at me and struck me in the heart I was bleeding to death and my father came rushing to me. Medics were surrounding me and the fighter was standing proudly for what he had done and every single eye in the stadium was on me not him, he had guts but no glory and my life was wasting away.

By the second I died there as I thought my eyes closed and it was over as my father had said he took me to the temple of the golden and laid me down by all his fathers fathers and I rose up to the sky and became a new being. Everyone was in awe and the fighter was punished for killing the god of life and I became the new golden Archer and everyone surrounded me and bowed down. Even my father and I received a medallion with the symbol on it as the same one that was on my bow. And I went and bowed in front of the father of all of my fathers fathers and wished for my mother.

Someone kept tapping me on the shoulder and I turned around to see who it was and it was my mother I hugged her and my father hugged us all tightly and we were complete again and so was the kingdom of Isya

Note* This story was written by who I felt whom was a talented little girl. So I thought it appropriate to include this in the list as you may be reading a book or playing a game written by her sometime in the future. Some parts were edited to help communicate the story more effectively.

[GM_Dakkon]

I wasn’t the most caring person in Isya, then again not many are, In parties I did what I was supposed to do, which was be a heal spammer for the tankers. I wasn’t even sure why I decided to becoming a Cleric; I also thought that I would be a fighter when I was younger. Still now I wasn’t even sure why I choose it. That was until one of my companions asked me.

“Hey A’lia? Have you heard the story of Goddess Teva?” Janda was her name another cleric, “Who?” I asked as we walked back to town. Janda looked at me sideways, “Hear.” She handed an old scroll with a blue ribbon tied around the middle. “Sit and read it! I’m supposed to pass on her story after I have finished it, so here, but some things I was not able to understand.” Janda summoned her house. “And the back pages are missed to its incomplete. Have fun reading it!” Janda rode off towards Uruga.

A’lia looked at the scroll in her hand, ‘eh what the heck, I have time.’ Walking through Elderine past the market where we shook her head as a low level payer was getting scammed. Walking past the statue in the middle of Elderine square and turning to the left into the Gardens. Sitting down underneath a tree, she opened the scroll and began to read.

“The universe was born in a sea of darkness and chaos….” A’lia grinned, she liked this story already. Through by the end of the reading she felt she would never be the same again.

It was well past sun down before A’lia finished the story, a dozen things running through her brain as she stared at the last sentence over and over again on how brave the Guardian Magi had been and where they were today, she would love to meet with one and speak with one. She wondered why Apoline and Pegel did not see what Teva saw, she pitied Epith and how easily he was tempted, and she wanted more information on who was this Legion?

Finally, she carefully rolled back up the scroll then tied the blue ribbon around it the middle, she look up at the twilight sky. It was beautiful, she wondered if other worlds were out there like this one and had maybe dealt with the same problems?

A’lia admired Teva, ‘I want to be like her.’ She had decided half way through the reading. She blinked. “Oh my gosh! I’m supposed to be killing orcs for my license!” She stuck the scroll into her inventory bag then sprinted towards the gate that led towards Collapsed Prison. She ran down the long peach bricked path while muttering enchantments under her breath. Her body glowed different colors as she buffed herself with various spells, slamming her helmet on she ran through the CP gate. Blue light blinded her for a moment then she was on the other side of the gate, and what a different scene setting.

It still scarred her that a prison was so close the Elderine…scratch that a collapsed prison. “No wonder real-estate is so bad in Elderine.” She joked. “Little Orcies here I come! The A’lia monster is coming to get you!” she grinned as a late night party looked in her direction. She turned to the group, they looked tired and their tanker was injured. “You guys need to be more careful…here.” She raised her mace and buffed the group. They suddenly looked alive and ready to kill some ogre behind.

“Thanks.” Said the group leader as he got up and whipped out his sword, in the darkness it glowed with a soft blue light. “Nice refining there, good luck!” A’lia waved then summoned her horse. She selected a path through the Harkens, King Colls and Lightning Vivis…oh those evil Vivis. Smiling she decided she was going to fight her way through instead. “TRAINING HERE! SO ANYONE AROUND WATCH OUT!” adjusting her shield she ran through the throng of monsters. Some were attracted to her and followed, “Awh man!” she stopped and went back, “Die!” Her mace glowed bright blue-ish purple as she brought down the spikes onto the shoulder of an ogre. The Ogre roared in rage and swung widely at her, she jumped out of the way easily enough and wacked the back of its knees until it fell to the ground.

“Woah!” she avoided a lightening attack from a Vivi, “Curse the Vivi!” she finished off the ogre then turned her attentions to avoiding the magic attacks of the vivi. Running towards it she jumped into the air and flipped landing behind it. Spinning her mace in her hand she brought the spikes down on the head of the Vivi. It disappeared in swirls of bright colors and small bubbles. The next monster was Harken.

‘“Piece of Cake.” She thought, running towards the Harken, the Harken actually ran in the opposite direction. “Oh no fair!” she stopped, “You’re no fun.” Sticking out her tongue at the retreating monster.

Wiping off sweat from her forehead she rested on Uruga’s steps for a moment, ‘Ok up! Time to fight! I won’t let Teva can’t fight alone! I’ll do my part in helping.’ Stretching she made her way to the Orc field, using an Area of Effect heal on herself; she attracted a mob of orcs to her. One after the other she exterminated them, healing her wounds half her mind was on what could have happened to Teva, was she still around, or was this really just a story, it seemed so real. And if this was just a story in her mind she still wanted to be like Teva and just thought of her bravery gave her strength and resolve.

She was exhausted finally, looking up she blinked as the hue of the sky changed to light blue. “It’s going to be a beautiful day.’

[GM_Dakkon]

To tell this story we need to return to the time that Teva sealed Legel and the power of Chaos. Doing this reduced Teva’s power and she was weakened. Teva realized she would need time to recover and recharge her powers and would not be able to intervene to help Isya and its people, she knew also that this was not the end and she would have to fight Legel again for the survival of Isya the people and herself.

She decided to pass on some of her powers to a chosen few of Isya Elves and Humans. The powers were placed in the Gene’s of these individuals. In time this would produce gifted and powerful Warriors, Healers, Teachers and Powerful Mages. Teva also requested that a Council of Spiritual and Community Leaders would be formed between Elves and Humans to set up Instructors and schools to train and teach and spread the Knowledge. She hoped that when the next war between herself and Legel occurred she would have an army of trained and powerful Warriors and Healers to help save Isya.
One of the chosen was an Elven Spiritual Leader Helgaleshi before the time he was possessed by the spirit of Abyssal Flame and became King Helga. Prior to this time Helgaleshi had married a Beautiful and Powerful healer Bright Star who was the daughter of Grandpa Robin.

Bright Star gave birth to Twins, Wodin and Emerald and the power of Teva was running through their veins. At the time of their Birth a powerful and enchanted pentacle necklace was given to the Twins by Teva, on Teva’s instruction the pentacle was halved and divided between the twins.

When the Twins were less than a year old their mother was killed in the ancestral Elven woods when the spirit of abyssal flame attacked the woods and the elves. Helgaleshi’s rage, anger, and sorrow were devastating and affected his Focus and power of concentration.

Helgaleshi confronted the abyssal flame and was possessed by it and became he that is known as King Helga.

After these events the Twins were separated, Wodin the oldest Twin was sent to the Greatest Warrior Master in the land Grand Master Sean to be brought up and trained to fulfill his Destiny and Wodin’s sister Emerald was sent to Paladin Master Keast to be trained and brought up to become the most powerful healer in all of Isya.

Both of the Children after separation were denied any social interaction or contact with each other. On the surface, this appears cruel but both Master Keast and Master Sean knew the Destiny, they both were to follow. The decision to separate them had not been taken lightly and it was believed it would strengthen them. Both Wodin and Emerald had been touched by Teva and were an integral part of the plan she had laid down when power had been put into the genes of Teva’s chosen.

Many Warriors have challenged he that is known as King Helga some have been Victorious most have died. However the Victories were always short lived as he that is known as King Helga always re-manifests and returns to bring Evil and Destruction to the Green Land of Isya. King Helga is the Strongest and most powerful manifestation of Legel’s many shapes and forms.

Those that have the Knowledge realize that before Legel can be destroyed that King Helga; a conduit of Legel’s power of chaos must be finally and permanently removed. It is known by very few people that King Helga was previously the Elvin Spiritual Leader Helgaleshi. Wodin and Emerald did not realize that King Helga is in fact the father they thought dead.

The Master’s Sean and Keast had been made responsible for the training and nurturing of both Wodin and Emerald. The Council had decided that Wodin and Emerald would remain the charges of the Masters until the age of 21.
At that time they would be sent to the leader of the council, Healer Poring in Uruga to finalize their Training together. Also giving them both the chance to understand each other and know their Destiny.

The survival of Isya was in their hands. Healer Poring had direct communication with Teva and this was the reason she was the Leader of the council and was responsible to prepare the Twins for their Destiny.
The Twin’s destiny had been laid down by Teva at the time she put her power into the Gene pool of Teva’s chosen. The enchanted pentacle she had given to the twins would support them in what was needed to be done.
It had been decided that on the twins 25th birthday would be the day of the re-unification of the Sacred Pentacle Halves. The completed pentacle would be worn by Wodin as the oldest twin.

Shortly thereafter Wodin and Emerald would lead a party of the Strongest and most powerful, Warriors, Archers, Mages and Healers that Isya could offer. To defeat and remove King Helga permanently.

This day will soon be on us and if successful the final outcome of the battle for Isya will be assured. The party led by the twins will be the best of Isya both Elves and Humans.

The information I am about to give you must stay in this room. It is known only by Teva’s chosen. If it becomes general Knowledge than the plan will not succeed, because the magic in the plan will dissipate and be as of Air. If Legel gains this Knowledge we will be unable to defeat him. If King Helga is not defeated then Legel will be victorious and Isya will be no more.

Teva has told the council through Healer Poring that King Helga can only be defeated by his own blood, and a combination of Elven and Human warriors. If defeated the Abyssal Flame Spirit will die and Helgaleshi will be returned to his people.

[GM_Dakkon]

“Hello, my name is Remi. What’s your name?” Shaking her head to rid herself of the distasteful last grips of groggy sleep, Alektos straightened and managed to croak, “Alektos.”

“Alektos, such a pretty name…I’m an Elemental Helper. Do you know what that is?” Seeing the confused look cross Alek’s face, she explained gently, “I help new immigrants settle into life here in Isya. This is Roumen Village, a coastal fishing settlement integral to the economy of the Isyan continent. If you go up those stairs over there you will come to Julia the Healer’s house. She can find you a home to get settled into. And I wouldn’t be surprised if she has some cookies and milk right around this time.”

Turning in the direction Remi had pointed, Alek trudged towards the steps, the point of her sword dragging on the ground as her arm dropped wearily to her side, unaccustomed to the extra weight a weapon provided. As promised, Julia did indeed have a treat, and an explanation as to how things worked in Roumen. By the end of the day Alek found herself apprenticed to Zach the Weapon’s Title Merchant, and running chores for the townspeople up and down the coast of Sand Beach and the Forest of Tides.

It wasn’t long until she was found ready to graduate to the next level of warfare. The Dungeon of LevelUp had a rather nasty surprise within. She felt nervous just stepping into the dark recesses of the tunnel that echoed with the sound of icy water droplets falling from the cavern’s ceiling. Turning a sharp corner she came face to face with herself.

Shocked she stared silently at the doppelganger who was her twin. But if it was indeed her twin, it was the one who’d been twisted and malformed by the evil in the world. Dark Alektos sneered at her better half’s leather-clad form. “So you think you have what it takes?! Try to defeat me if you dare. But I’ve been here much longer and am much stronger than you’ll ever be. Catch me if you can!”

With a flurry of swordplay Dark Alektos disengaged from the instinctive dueling defense Alek had begun and darted off towards the back of the cave. Infuriated, Alek charged after her, her anger at being mocked making her almost insensible to anything else. ‘I’ll show you,’ she thought hotly. Stumbling to a stop as she saw her evil twin she glared and began running faster than ever.

“If you can make it, follow the blue light, though I doubt you have the brains to tell colors apart.” Saying thus, Dark Alektos slipped through a doorway and barred the way. Alek barely blocked a skeleton’s blade in time to save herself from grievous injury. She regretted her rash behavior as she dealt with the ambush she’d been foolish enough to charge into. Finishing off the undead, she slapped the latch that opened the doorway and proceeded more carefully, following the blue light to its source.

Keeping her mentors’ of the village’s advice in mind she calmly faced Dark Alektos, and settled in for a long duel. The fighting seemed to last forever Dark Alektos taunting Alek in an attempt to distract her. “Why don’t you just give up? You’re nothing: Less than nothing. How did you ever think you would defeat me?!”

Lifting her head, Alektos stared Dark Alektos in the eyes and replied with sudden knowledge, “I don’t have to beat you. You are a part of me. As long as I am aware that I too have darkness in my soul I can make sure I never lift my hand in anger or with the intent to harm another.” Dark Alektos lips curved into a sly smile, “Well done. Well done indeed.” She disappeared into a swirl of fog leaving Alek to find her way back to the surface.

Years passed as Alek learned each weapon of a warrior and continued to protect those weaker than herself. As time passed and the dimension became safer Alektos was captured by a brilliant light and swept her from the dimension of Apoline to a swirling blue dimension. A golden goddess sat amidst flowers and glanced up with a warm smile of greeting.

“Greetings, Alektos, welcome to my hall.” Alek blinked at the goddess, scratched her head then said incredulously, “Remi?!” Remi chuckled and spoke again, “Remi is but one of my many names, just as you have had many names, but the one name that endures to forever describe me is Teva.”

“The world has become peaceful in the dimension Apoline, but there are other dimensions of Isya, each occupying the same landmass, each necessary to Isya’s continued survival. One of these dimensions is in need. I have chosen you to help save it. Your name shall henceforth be AlektosHaireo.”

“What of all my friends in Apoline?” Teva replied, “You shall visit them in your dreams: Living dreams. So they will know you are well, and you them.”

Alek barely heard Teva’s last words as she said, “Save Epith for me AlektosHaireo.” Alek appeared in a familiar village, but with her memories of warfare in Apoline intact. She hefted her weapon’s weight with ease before she noticed that her tunic was blue. With rising horror she looked at her weapon, realizing that instead of a sharp blade of justice, she held a blunt mace.

Approaching Remi’s box in the village square she whispered fiercely to the goddess as the golden woman welcomed her to the village, “How do you expect me to save Epith with this club? It won’t slice even a piece of bread for me to eat.” Remi smiled.

“You’ll think of something AlektosHaireo. You always do. But you’ll serve me better as one who can wield the greatest power of all: Choosing who lives. I’m counting on you. Isya is counting on you.” With that the goddess turned with a big smile to welcome the next newcomer to town.

[GM_Dakkon]

In the time of Legends, two are so bold as to defy the tests of time and struggles of battle. Their names were Kite_Yori and Alex_Mar, and no matter what Isya presented both stood strong against any obstacle and every challenge thrown at them. They kept each other strong when all felt lost and hopeless; they fought through countless battles some ending in victory and some with failure. They joined a guild and found new friendship; some came and went as time passed. One day the unthinkable had happened and a very close friend was lost when the master of the guild left without a reason.

Heartbroken and left to regain what was lost Alex_Mar had been left in charge of the guild while Kite_yori wept for their long time friend. Together they rebuilt that guild into a strong and loyal family of friends. Though times were hard and battles were long, they stood tall and never showed a sign of ever backing down. Whether it was a battle for honor or a friendly fight among allies Alex_Mar and Kite_Yori's guild showed no fear and gave it their all no matter what. They say there is strength in numbers, though are family is little and few we find our strength in knowing that after the battle is over we will still be standing together when the dust clears.

Through their friendship, Alex_Mar and Kite_Yori grew close and soon were wed. Friends came and went, allies were gained and lost, with every new adventure their story grows and though their paths maybe different their love for each other will forever remain till the end of time. When all you know and feel is the love from another, death is impossible. They stood together, they fight together, they protected each other, and they lived their lives as true legends not for their bravery or their strength, but for their faith and loyalty in one another.

[GM_Dakkon]

For your reading pleasure.

The deafening silence seemed to stretch into eternity, and still, no one stirred. Look reckoned a good half hour had passed since it happened, yet as he craned his neck to check on his party members, they remained as he was, crouched in whatever position instinct had led them to when that wave of pure, abject terror washed over them. The feeling still gnawed at him, worrying at his nerves and making his hands shake, uncharacteristically. As the feeling ebbed, his concern for his guildies took over, and he shoved himself to his feet, and gasped.

Look had single-handedly formed and brought his guild to prominence. Sure and steady, his methodical approach to anything ensured he was never taken unawares, and his guildies looked to him as a pillar of steadfast certainty in a world of turmoil and chaos. At his uncharacteristic show of surprise, his party members looked up, and were confronted by an eerily beautiful sight; the night sky was burning in shifting hues of amber and pink.

Look started forward, stopped, and turned to face his companions. No words were necessary. Gathering up their weapons and supplies they’d scattered in their haste to find cover when that destructive aura materialized, the group trudged after their leader. As they passed the mountain stronghold of Uruga, Look noted a smattering of locals bestirring behind barred doors, peering at the party of adventurers as they passed. But otherwise, the town seemed devoid of life. So they felt it too, he thought to himself.

As they entered the Forest of Slumber, the group was joined with throngs of other Hennesian adventurers. All wore pale and grim visages, shaken as they were by what they had experienced. And yet, the oath each one had taken to protect Isya compelled them to shrug aside their fear and rid the world of this new terror, if they could. Members of opposing factions marched side by side, personal differences forgotten for the nonce. The impromptu army cut a swath through the evergreen glades, batting aside greenkys and archons that sought to impede them, seeking the source of the sky’s fiery color.

As they approached the far end of the forest, Look gradually became aware of the rising ambient temperature. A slight breeze stirred the leaves around them, so blisteringly hot that several warriors raised their shields toward them from the scalding heat. Then, at the next bend, everyone came to a stop. For there, the lush greenery and verdant forest came to an abrupt halt, giving way to a seemingly never ending expanse of barren desolation. Look had never visited this place; no monsters prowled the mining town located here and hence, no Hennesian adventurer had any business to be here, until now. The cool, crystal clear river had been replaced by a sluggish flow of hot molten lava, reflecting into the night sky to give it its hellish glow. The mining town was in shambles; more than half of the town had simply ceased to exist. And even from this distance, the shadowy silhouettes of inhuman creatures prowling the devastated streets were clearly discernable.

The adventurers stood there, soaking in the sights of the land’s utter destruction, stunned beyond words. Everyone had dismissed the Hero’s warnings as the ravings of a madman, and he had left alone to defeat what everyone thought was the fictitious Gordon Master. He had not returned, and now the sight before the adventurers spoke of his failure to stem the events he had foretold. Markis, the God of Destruction had manifested here, tainting and corrupting the land with his destructive touch.

We could have stopped this if we only listened. Together, we might have had a chance. Angry and shamed at his failure to believe the Hero, Look stepped into the desolate wasteland. The charred soil cracked beneath his boots, the sharp crackling rousing the others from their stupor. The heat was oppressive; it seemed everywhere, rising from the ground he trod on, permeating the very air he breathed such that each breath he took seared at his lungs.

The land was pockmarked with little hills, and as they crested the first hill, they encountered a strange bird drinking from a molten stream. It turned at their approach, eyes burning red as embers as it regarded them, lava slavering from its beak. Then with a raucous screech, it charged. Look unslung his fabled Wing of Casha, shouting to draw the beast’s attention to himself. But the bird easily avoided his practiced attacks; even the hawkeyed archer Somilidoh gifted with elvensight was finding trouble hitting her mark. The heat shimmered off the ground, giving the bird a hazy appearance and bringing tears to everyone’s eyes. Combined with the bird’s dexterous attempts at avoiding their blows and dealing punishing blows with its curved beak, the adventurers were getting the worst of it.

Shouting his trademark war cry ‘HUAT AH’, the enchanter F0rtune leapt into action, conjuring an avalanche of icy spires to rain upon the beast. Coupled with the other’s sporadic hits on the bird, the party did just enough to bring it down. Look panting from the heat and exertion, watched as his wounds closed miraculously as the paladin Butter bathed him in holy light. Other monsters were descending on them, attracted by the strange bird’s death cry. He adjusted his grip on his axe, lips pressed in a grim line as he waited for them to come.

Lightning crackled, ice and fire were conjured and unleashed, arrows fell like rain, and the air was full of warrior’s grunts and paladin’s prayers as the adventurers sought to hold the ever-growing horde at bay. The heat made it hard, but the adventurers prevailed. As they approached the blasted remains of the mining town, Look swore to himself that he would set things right, and ensure that the Hero’s death had not been in vain. There was much work to be done.

[GM_Dakkon]

Dear people of Isya, please gather around me. I will now share with you a significant part of my life... I hope you will enjoy it.

-Fondly remembers-

It was some years ago but I still vividly remember about it.

Concealed Peak, the dungeon of the Goblin Camp. It is also the home of the dreaded Giant Goblin King: An abandoned mine filled with brutal, merciless creatures, treacherous paths and very tight corridors. It seems pretty small in size, but taking this for granted is a terrible mistake. The first enemies there are quite the strong ones and I shall relate to it now.

Having ventured alone for scouting, I had triumphed over Dungeon Bone Imps and Goblins. It was a brave but foolhardy gesture, as I barely survived then.
My apprehension truly came to light when the great Captain Shutian, having placed high hopes in me, required me to defeat Dungeon Goblin Mages, Procks, Werebears, Swordsmen then the Giant Goblin King itself.

Magic-users being my bane, along with all types of Procks and related (which I hate with a passion), I had no alternative but to call fellow adventurers for assistance... One of them being the brother of my trusted brother-in-arms and whom I could really count on as well for help.

They gladly accepted as they had the same goal. We then went on our way.
Fighting our way inside was something fierce. I have to confess I had never gone this far before and I relied even more on my survival skills that I gained upon hard training. This said I am glad I could rely on my companions, who were fighters and one cleric.

Obviously the task for me was easier this way, but the Grim Reaper was still omnipresent...

No one knew what could lurk in the shadows. Blind spots were aplenty and the risk of being trapped in an ambush was great. It was imperative to stay close to each other and if possible to obtain more firepower... This wish was granted later on.

We then enlisted the help of a lone fighter on the way. I have to say it was really great timing. He may have seemed less experienced than the rest of the party, but looks were really deceiving. He really lived to his reputation and never backed away.

Hours of combat and exploration led us to a room filled with Dungeon Goblin Swordsmen and Werebears (Upon looking at the latter, I really wondered what they were doing there in the first place, but I digress). We then had gone very deep into the mine... We were closer to the infamous Giant Goblin King!

My heart thumped like never before on the idea of meeting the great leader of the Goblin Camp. The tales of those who survived described him as a fearsome beast, much stronger than King Marlone, Zombie King or Werewolf Robo. His attacks would be lethal to many, but he had to be stopped at all costs, in the name of all Human and Elves alike.

Countless people placed their faith in us and I, along with my companions, wished to realize their most valuable dreams, those of a more peaceful Isya. This gave me the courage to never back away and to go on, regardless of danger and apprehension.

After having explored countless rooms in search of the Giant Goblin King, we finally met him.

He was dwelling among his followers, including Dungeon Bone Imps and Goblins. He was a very tall, blue skinned humanoid monster with a legendary axe, quite elegant but much fearsome.

The team had to come up with a strategy to defeat him once and for all. A unanimous decision came on who would take on the Boss and who would assist... This role was fatefully upon the shoulders of the wandering fighter we met before. The Cleric obviously would remain on the back and heal in a restless manner. Myself, along with the two remaining fighters were designated to faithfully assist fighting the leader of the monsters. Trust was the main requirement for victory. We had it since we came this far, but it had to go up a notch.

The Giant Goblin King lived to its reputation. Death was really awaiting to feast on our souls and this almost occurred several times. However we stood on our ground and never gave up, on the name of Teva, the Goddess of Hope.
After an intense, adrenaline and emotion-filled combat we finally prevailed... We then congratulated ourselves on this extraordinary achievement and returned together to Elderine shortly after.

Captain Shutian, on behalf of all the members of the Haenneth Alliance (Roumen, Elderine, Sand Hill), praised us much, even if we did not deserve those kind words and the rewards he gave for our great, unique task.
This is one story of my life and I, Vanadiesa, have shared with all with pleasure. This short tale is about friendship, trust, courage and hard work. I hope people of all Isya will relate to it and strive for a better future, away from greed and egoism, which have ruined the lives of many.

I would love to share more of my adventures with you all someday. I will keep on fighting for a better world and this endlessly. There are people I can count on and who can count on me and this is something I will never ever forget and keep in my heart forever!

[GM_Dakkon]

Darkness surrounds as the terrifying death cry of a Flame Nix pierces the air of Burning Rock. The distant echo of sword against bone resonates off of the rolling hills. A sudden blast of chill wind stirs the smell of sulfur as a lone magi stands before a flowing river of lava, bodies of his conquests fall and fade at his feet as the ice of his devastating frost nova melts instantly. He turns and calls to his steed, a playful giant raccoon that has been hiding behind a tall pillar waiting. Together they venture deeper into the dangerous terrain, to join a band of friends in a quest for domination and excellence.

"Welcome back Bay!" shouts a warrior already thrown into a mob of blood thirsty Core Guardians. Her flowing green hair glistening in the molten light, Mallune smiles at the mage as she dodges around one attacker, to strike another in the back, stunning it effortlessly. Admiration shines in her eyes as she glances from her newly rejoined party member to those that had remained with her. A well forged team, one that has brought countless victories to the citizens of Uruga.

CurlyBrace, a gorgeous blonde healer with amazing prowess, able to take on any foe yet willing to sacrifice it all for her allies, nods to Bayleon in greeting as she focuses her attention in all directions, bestowing her holy blessing evenly.

An arrow wielding dare devil runs past firing with amazing precision in all directions, felling enemies before they know what has happened. "YO BRO!" Zegaii calls out from behind his bow as he makes another lap, raining his deadly projectiles once again. A streak of lightning flashes across the sky as
a magic bolt strikes a Mole Miner down that had jumped into Zeg's path - Bayleons way of returning the greeting and getting back to work.

The endless task of clearing these types of pests weighs heavily on each member of the group's mind. The commission was simple. The task not so much. 200 more...then to get paid and return to repeat the process. An infinite number of enemies still coming. The friends organize in unison and slash through group after group of oncoming monsters.

A scream penetrates the concentration of the fighting force. Light shines from the depths of the night as a gigantic form rises up from the lava filled lake. The constant flow of Guardians and Moles ebbs back in a rapidly receding tide, called away by an unheard voice. It is a ghost like no other. Its skeletal fingers grasp at the air as if holding all of Isya in its palm. Its cloaked arm rises, slowly, making the figure larger and more menacing, then drops and the world turns to chaos. A flood of ghostly apparitions covers the land, people and monsters alike are filled with fear and pain.

The impulse to run grips Mallune as agony wracks her body. Barely able to refrain from calling out in pain, she fights to retain control of her movements.

A firm hand grasps her arm and she looks up to see Bayleon, concern and determination filling his eyes. He has seen this before and knows the devastation it can cause. A Gordon Master has escaped from its hellish prison. Curly is right behind him and with a whisper to the Goddess Teva, healing flows from her hammer to calm the frightened warrior and easing some of the pain. A battle cry resounds beside them all as Zegaii fires poisoned tipped arrows straight into the specter.

Watching him deftly dodge and weave around the ghosts attacks give everyone renewed courage. CurlyBrace buffers them all with a prayer and together they face the intimidating threat. A feral cry escapes Mallune's lips as she positions herself in front of her friends, a fiery shield appears in her hand as she trades from her beloved axe to a ritual sword. Behind her Bayleon calls upon his powers of the elements and discharges a barrage of lightning, ice and fireballs. All around them, people have recovered from the initial blast and join in the battle. Friends and enemies alike band together to take down this monumental challenger.

A fighter, alone in the crowd, is hit full force and falters. Clinging to his last bit of life, he crawls toward Curly pleading for assistance. The onslaught has taken its toll on the cleric and she can only offer a slight blessing. A small glimmer of life reappears in his eyes as the care takes effect and he is teleported to Uruga to be treated by the residents there.

Time stops as the battle continues. Spells both to heal and destroy light the sky like rockets, combining with the cacophony of melee combat. An orchestra of destruction plays as the Gordon Master continues its attacks, weakening gradually but still surviving through the attacks of the masses. With another blast of ghost flood he vanishes, a cackle heard in the distance.

The impact is less than it was initially but the damage has been done. He has escaped. Curly, infuriated with the lack of victory, runs in the
direction of the cackling, shouting at the "coward" to show its face again but to no avail. They all know he has won this round but the war is far from over. Scout, Enchanter, Paladin and Warrior stand and ready for the next attack. And time resumes.

~Fin~