Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
One of my hobbies
I really love to draw cartoons, anime and the likes, but ideas sometimes really come out of the blue... But whenever I got the urge to draw, I take my blue Pilot Shaker 0.5 Shaker and my black Pilot 2020 0.7 Shaker, an eraser, and start drawing and sketching that some may take up to 3 hours to complete, working like there's no tomorrow xD
Some of my sketches I didn't colored yet
Did a mini-portrait cartoons of my friends :D
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Some random dude... The scruffy hair was intentionally, as, well, it does look nice that way
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My Ragnarok Online in-game pet...
Some of my sketches I didn't colored yet
Did a mini-portrait cartoons of my friends :D
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Some random dude... The scruffy hair was intentionally, as, well, it does look nice that way
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My Ragnarok Online in-game pet...
Friday, December 11, 2009
Out of boredness
Well, of course, first of all, I'll be playing games on the PC or PSP, but I do sometimes sketch, or write something interesting.
Here's one of my writings which I deemed to find interesting to read when I have nothing to do, well for me, at least. Seems like there's a lot of grammatical and vocabulary mistakes, but I try my best to narrow it down.
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Gazing towards the sky, Xylos let out a weak frown. It’s unnaturally red. Even when it’s not dawn yet. Perhaps it was tainted by the coming of the Burning Legion to Rune-Midgard. They are an army of demons, first appeared up north in Rune-Midgard. At early stage, they seem to be like some of those pesky demon raids, but soon the defenders of the north realize that they were only the scouts sent to gather intel on the northern cities. Thereafter, swarms of demons appeared out of nowhere. Though the defenders of the cities on the north put out a valiant fight, but soon fell by the might of the Burning Legion. One by one, the majestic cities fall. Yuno and Alde Baran had been decimated, Lutie had been laid to waste, and Amatsu was fully obliterated.
Now only the magical city of Geffen and the capital city of Rune-Midgard, Prontera, remain strong. The village of Payon was ravaged weeks before, and Morroc remained unheard, but some refugees from Morroc who sought shelter here said that the coming of the Burning Legion has awaken an ancient evil that was slumbering deep inside Morroc, and it seems that Morroc was considered destroyed too.
“Hey! Xylos!” Xylos’s gazing was interrupted by a familiar, elderly voice.
“Oh, it’s you. What is it now?” replied coldly by Xylos towards Axela, a colleague of him and one of the members of Kirin Tor, the governing body of Geffen.
“You don’t have to be that harsh, you know. I came here by the words of the Kirin Tor, by Antonidas himself. He asked if you would come to the meeting at the Chamber of Magi, on top of …”
“I know where it is, and I’ll be there.”
“Sheesh, being an arch mage in a very young age really got you arrogant, did it?”Axela retorted.
“Quit babbling and let’s go. We don’t want to make that old man waits till death, do we now?” Axela glanced at Xylos, but said nothing, as she was used to Xylos’s sarcasm. He took out his staff, and knock the staff’s tip twice, and the two gone within the thin air.
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Xylos and Axela appeared in somewhat seems to be like a room covered with magical darkness. Nothing can be seen; even Axela, but her spiritual power, and the other spiritual powers can be felt.
“Now that everyone has arrived, let this veil of darkness be lifted” said an elderly, raspy voice.
A minor clap was heard. The darkness soon dissipates, revealing the chamber, with elegant elven architecture, and three other magi, sitting on ethereal chairs, surrounding a huge round wooden table. The magi who are attending are the head magi of Kirin Tor, Antonidas, whose age and wisdom are far beyond comparison, the handsome elf mage Qiel Farfalla, the Loremaster of Geffen, the cold and calm slender mage Dionne, who’s perhaps the most powerful sorceress alive, and Axela and Xylos himself.
“You are late, as always” stated Dionne, whom Xylos known for having little patience. Xylos, however, remains silence, not because he is scared of her prowess, but rather, he is lazy to have any shows of rudeness around his colleague.
“Now, now Dionne, at least this time, he is here, in time. “ Antonidas chuckled.
“Now, for the serious issues. The King of Prontera had requested further aid from us. Although we’re busy dealing with this menace the Burning Legion has brought onto us, we cannot ignore plea for help from our ally. Axela, assemble a five-member team of the best magi out of the Arcane Sanctum and head towards Prontera to help.” said Antonidas.
Good riddance …. Xylos thought
“And you Xylos, I know what you are thinking. I have a task for you too. You ought to go work in a pair with Dionne to investigate the ruins of Payon, to search for any clue of how to counter these demons’s foul magic.” Antonidas’s sudden statement made Xylos grunts. Dionne, who has never like Xylos due to his laziness, glanced at Antonidas.
“Oh, you two shall get along just fine” mocked Qiel.
“Now, Qiel, we should discuss on what more to do with these savages right here…”
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Walking in the forest is never to the liking of Xylos. He tends to get tired so easily, but Dionne realizes this, and ignored it. Born with the arcane power, Xylos rarely walks. Usually he summoned his stead from the Twisting Nether for traveling purposes, but this accursed Dionne somehow forbids it through the use of magic.
“Quit complaining. Payon is just a few hours ahead.” Dionne coldly said. Dionne and Xylos never liked each other. The two are like oil and water. While Dionne is always serious and cold, Xylos is more of a carefree and cheerful person. Maybe that’s what made them dislike each other. But the two of them respect each other, as they know, that each of them is one of the most powerful magi in the world.
Suddenly, they heard a cry coming from the east. Xylos looks at Dionne, and she nods. They rush toward to the source of that cry. Just as they began to make haste, a little elf girl ran towards them. The girl, barely as tall as Xylos’s waist, hugged him closely, and Xylos kneels down and caresses the little girl.
“What’s wrong, girl? Where are your parents?” Xylos gently asked.
“Th-…. They been killed….” The girl weeps even louder.
“By whom?”
The girl twists to show, but gasps instead. Barely unable to speak, she points at the direction she came from.
Xylos and Dionne both look at where the girl points and Dionne curses. There, several yards from them, stand a figure with goat head, humanoid torso, and goat legs. In its grasp is a massive black scythe. Sometime during Xylos studies, he remembered this exact demon in an ancient book he read. This is Baphomet, one of the demon lords of Rune-Midgard. Currently, the demon lords are ally with the Burning Legion, but what remains mystery to the Kirin Tor is what the Burning Legion did to convince them to join their ranks.
Dionne is the first to act. With a swift wave of her hand, blue flames appeared out of nowhere and began to engulf the demon lord. Xylos points his staff towards the sky, and requests aid from the heaven. The heaven answered, and bolts of lightning from the sky lash towards Baphomet. But Baphomet stands still. Although engulfed in flames and struck by lightning, it stood still, as if nothing happens. Then, Baphomet waves his scythe, and the flames and lightning vanish.
“Isss that all the powersss of the Kirin Tor? How disssappointing.” It was Baphomet’s. It’s mouth didn’t move, but the words are on Xylos and Dionne’s mind.
Then, Baphomet lunges his hand forward. An invisible force grabbed Dionne by her stomach, incapacitating her and it began to tightly squeeze Dionne.
“Run Xylos!” Dionne yelled. She thrust her hand forwards, summoning a gryphon out of the sky.
“But ……”
“Run Xylos!” she repeated “We are no match for this demon lord. Run! Take this girl to safety, and report to the Kirin Tor of what happened here”
Seeing Xylos hesitated to leave her, Dionne mutters an incantation, pushing Xylos and the girl from her. Finally, Xylos reluctantly obeys, and mounted the girl and himself onto the gryphon and started to fly away. Then, while on air, Xylos heard Dionne’s scream, and the demon lord, laughing at his cowardice. He had to flee, in order to saves the girl and himself, and also reports this to the Kirin Tor.
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After they both arrived safely in Geffen, Xylos immediately search for any priests around.
“You. You there! Please tend to this girl.” Xylos commanded, ignoring the disgusted face the priest did. The priesthood has never liked the magi. For them, those who gained power other then the Light is considered damnation.
But this is not the time for this. Xylos rushes towards the Arcania Laboratory, place where Antonidas usually had his experiments and studies. But the door is nowhere to be seen. This could only mean that he’s not here.
Then, he remembered the rest of the Kirin Tor. Trying to link his mind to them, he concentrates. Finally, he linked his mind to Qiel’s and started to converse telepathically
Qiel Farfalla! This is Xylos Sunreaver! I wish to know where Antonidas is! It’s urgent!
Oh, it’s you. You’re back early from expected. Where’s Dionne? Replied Qiel.
There is no time for this. Dionne’s dead and I need to meet Antonidas now.
Oh my … Antonidas is among the frontline of the magi defending Geffen, west of here.
Thanks were all that Xylos could’ve said. He needs to report this to Antonidas as soon as possible, seeing that one of the demon lords is wandering around Payon ruins. And now, he needs to search for his superior….
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Axela is flying above the battlefield outside Prontera using a hippogryph the stable master of Geffen had trained, along with her Crimson Hue squad which she just assembled. Down below, humans, elfs, dwarves, all are battling the demons which seeks to destroy Rune-Midgard’s civilizations. Scores of demons perished by the blades, arrows, and other weapons used against them, but by each demon fell, four to six demons appeared, filling up the gap left by their fallen comrades.
“Now, I want you all to focus on the battlefield, and think of the most powerful offensive spell you know. But don’t tell me what it is. Just release it when I say so!” yelled Axela. She is trying to re-create a grand spell the magi of Order of Yuno died working for. For the spell to be truly devastating to the demons, she requires random spells from each of the magi. Now, she thanks departed souls as their work will not go to waste, and hoping that these magi she picked will not fail her.
The others nodded.
Good. Just a little more …
“NOW!”
The sky begins darkening. Then, bolts of ice and flame fell towards the hordes of demons. Lightning flashes from the sky and struck the demons. Earth begins to melt, swallowing the demons whole. Out of nowhere, explosions occurred here and there. Roots emerged from the land, binding and squeezing the life out of those demons.
Then, a shriek of one of the magi took the attention of Axela from the battlefield. She twists to the left, and see that one of her comrade and his mount, shriveled as if the very water in their bodies are sucked out. Lifeless, both the mage and the hippogryph, they fell towards the battlefield.
Axela tried to locate the source of this foul magic, and instead, stared in horror at a grotesque figure below at the battlefield. It towers most of the demons, as Axela had realized, it was Dracula, one of the demon lords of Rune-Midgard.
“FALL BACK! RETURN TO PRONTERA!” shouted Axela
The others stared each other, confused. They don’t know what had befallen at one of their comrades, as they’re busy casting chains of spells at the battlefield.
Dracula took this confusion to his advantage, and held both of his palms upward. Then, the flesh of the mounts of two of the magi flying above suddenly decayed, quickly turn into bones and dust. The riders scream as they fall high above towards the field.
“Daelin!!”
“On it, mistress...” the mage beside Axela answered. He mutters an incantation, and a portal opened at the direction where the mountless riders fall. The magi fall through the portal, and hopefully, they are safe, wherever the portal might lead to.
“Now, all retreat to Prontera. We have no energy to cast a spell, what more to defend ourselves from the assaults from the demon lord. Make haste!” Axela and the rest of the Crimson Hue fly towards Prontera, and praying that the soldiers of the frontline be saved from the wrath of the demon lord.
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After searching and asking through the encampment, finally a sniper offered herself to lead the way to Antonidas’s tent.
There, Xylos thanked the sniper, and quickly bursts into the tent. Antonidas was testing a few tests and experiments on what seems to be a captured demon. Clearly, he is not pleased with this interruption.
“I’m sorry to bother you, but I have dire news. It seems that there is a demon lord, Baphomet in Payon ruins, and seems that it is on his way to Prontera, and Dionne is dead, holding off the demon lord and forced me to report this to you” stated Xylos solemnly.
Antonidas gasps.
“Dionne’s death is not in vain. She did what is right. But what more unsettling is that, I recently had news from Axela that there is Dracula, the demon lord on the battlefield outside Prontera. With your report, we can conclude that Baphomet is bringing reinforcement for Dracula’s troops.”
“Axela survived during the encounter of the Crimson Hue with Dracula, but not without casualties, what more if Baphomet is to be there.” Continued Antonidas.
“Then, what you propose to do?” asked Xylos.
“Young Xylos, you’re always the slow one to pick up. I shall call Qiel to prepare a portal to Prontera. And from there onwards, we will discuss with the Church of Prontera on dealing with the demon lords.”
Antonidas let out a weak sigh “ No matter how much the Church hates us magi, they will listen to this and decisions will be made if we are to save our world from this wretched demons”
“Now Xylos, you seem tired. Go ahead and take a rest” and Xylos obeyed, even he’s in grief and anger for the death of Dionne, he knows what’s best to do, and for now, he’s going to take a rest before heading to Prontera with Qiel and Antonidas.
Ps. I did this all myself, with sources from various games i.e. Ragnarok Online, Norse Mythology, World of Warcraft, and yadda yadda yadda
Here's one of my writings which I deemed to find interesting to read when I have nothing to do, well for me, at least. Seems like there's a lot of grammatical and vocabulary mistakes, but I try my best to narrow it down.
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Gazing towards the sky, Xylos let out a weak frown. It’s unnaturally red. Even when it’s not dawn yet. Perhaps it was tainted by the coming of the Burning Legion to Rune-Midgard. They are an army of demons, first appeared up north in Rune-Midgard. At early stage, they seem to be like some of those pesky demon raids, but soon the defenders of the north realize that they were only the scouts sent to gather intel on the northern cities. Thereafter, swarms of demons appeared out of nowhere. Though the defenders of the cities on the north put out a valiant fight, but soon fell by the might of the Burning Legion. One by one, the majestic cities fall. Yuno and Alde Baran had been decimated, Lutie had been laid to waste, and Amatsu was fully obliterated.
Now only the magical city of Geffen and the capital city of Rune-Midgard, Prontera, remain strong. The village of Payon was ravaged weeks before, and Morroc remained unheard, but some refugees from Morroc who sought shelter here said that the coming of the Burning Legion has awaken an ancient evil that was slumbering deep inside Morroc, and it seems that Morroc was considered destroyed too.
“Hey! Xylos!” Xylos’s gazing was interrupted by a familiar, elderly voice.
“Oh, it’s you. What is it now?” replied coldly by Xylos towards Axela, a colleague of him and one of the members of Kirin Tor, the governing body of Geffen.
“You don’t have to be that harsh, you know. I came here by the words of the Kirin Tor, by Antonidas himself. He asked if you would come to the meeting at the Chamber of Magi, on top of …”
“I know where it is, and I’ll be there.”
“Sheesh, being an arch mage in a very young age really got you arrogant, did it?”Axela retorted.
“Quit babbling and let’s go. We don’t want to make that old man waits till death, do we now?” Axela glanced at Xylos, but said nothing, as she was used to Xylos’s sarcasm. He took out his staff, and knock the staff’s tip twice, and the two gone within the thin air.
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Xylos and Axela appeared in somewhat seems to be like a room covered with magical darkness. Nothing can be seen; even Axela, but her spiritual power, and the other spiritual powers can be felt.
“Now that everyone has arrived, let this veil of darkness be lifted” said an elderly, raspy voice.
A minor clap was heard. The darkness soon dissipates, revealing the chamber, with elegant elven architecture, and three other magi, sitting on ethereal chairs, surrounding a huge round wooden table. The magi who are attending are the head magi of Kirin Tor, Antonidas, whose age and wisdom are far beyond comparison, the handsome elf mage Qiel Farfalla, the Loremaster of Geffen, the cold and calm slender mage Dionne, who’s perhaps the most powerful sorceress alive, and Axela and Xylos himself.
“You are late, as always” stated Dionne, whom Xylos known for having little patience. Xylos, however, remains silence, not because he is scared of her prowess, but rather, he is lazy to have any shows of rudeness around his colleague.
“Now, now Dionne, at least this time, he is here, in time. “ Antonidas chuckled.
“Now, for the serious issues. The King of Prontera had requested further aid from us. Although we’re busy dealing with this menace the Burning Legion has brought onto us, we cannot ignore plea for help from our ally. Axela, assemble a five-member team of the best magi out of the Arcane Sanctum and head towards Prontera to help.” said Antonidas.
Good riddance …. Xylos thought
“And you Xylos, I know what you are thinking. I have a task for you too. You ought to go work in a pair with Dionne to investigate the ruins of Payon, to search for any clue of how to counter these demons’s foul magic.” Antonidas’s sudden statement made Xylos grunts. Dionne, who has never like Xylos due to his laziness, glanced at Antonidas.
“Oh, you two shall get along just fine” mocked Qiel.
“Now, Qiel, we should discuss on what more to do with these savages right here…”
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Walking in the forest is never to the liking of Xylos. He tends to get tired so easily, but Dionne realizes this, and ignored it. Born with the arcane power, Xylos rarely walks. Usually he summoned his stead from the Twisting Nether for traveling purposes, but this accursed Dionne somehow forbids it through the use of magic.
“Quit complaining. Payon is just a few hours ahead.” Dionne coldly said. Dionne and Xylos never liked each other. The two are like oil and water. While Dionne is always serious and cold, Xylos is more of a carefree and cheerful person. Maybe that’s what made them dislike each other. But the two of them respect each other, as they know, that each of them is one of the most powerful magi in the world.
Suddenly, they heard a cry coming from the east. Xylos looks at Dionne, and she nods. They rush toward to the source of that cry. Just as they began to make haste, a little elf girl ran towards them. The girl, barely as tall as Xylos’s waist, hugged him closely, and Xylos kneels down and caresses the little girl.
“What’s wrong, girl? Where are your parents?” Xylos gently asked.
“Th-…. They been killed….” The girl weeps even louder.
“By whom?”
The girl twists to show, but gasps instead. Barely unable to speak, she points at the direction she came from.
Xylos and Dionne both look at where the girl points and Dionne curses. There, several yards from them, stand a figure with goat head, humanoid torso, and goat legs. In its grasp is a massive black scythe. Sometime during Xylos studies, he remembered this exact demon in an ancient book he read. This is Baphomet, one of the demon lords of Rune-Midgard. Currently, the demon lords are ally with the Burning Legion, but what remains mystery to the Kirin Tor is what the Burning Legion did to convince them to join their ranks.
Dionne is the first to act. With a swift wave of her hand, blue flames appeared out of nowhere and began to engulf the demon lord. Xylos points his staff towards the sky, and requests aid from the heaven. The heaven answered, and bolts of lightning from the sky lash towards Baphomet. But Baphomet stands still. Although engulfed in flames and struck by lightning, it stood still, as if nothing happens. Then, Baphomet waves his scythe, and the flames and lightning vanish.
“Isss that all the powersss of the Kirin Tor? How disssappointing.” It was Baphomet’s. It’s mouth didn’t move, but the words are on Xylos and Dionne’s mind.
Then, Baphomet lunges his hand forward. An invisible force grabbed Dionne by her stomach, incapacitating her and it began to tightly squeeze Dionne.
“Run Xylos!” Dionne yelled. She thrust her hand forwards, summoning a gryphon out of the sky.
“But ……”
“Run Xylos!” she repeated “We are no match for this demon lord. Run! Take this girl to safety, and report to the Kirin Tor of what happened here”
Seeing Xylos hesitated to leave her, Dionne mutters an incantation, pushing Xylos and the girl from her. Finally, Xylos reluctantly obeys, and mounted the girl and himself onto the gryphon and started to fly away. Then, while on air, Xylos heard Dionne’s scream, and the demon lord, laughing at his cowardice. He had to flee, in order to saves the girl and himself, and also reports this to the Kirin Tor.
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After they both arrived safely in Geffen, Xylos immediately search for any priests around.
“You. You there! Please tend to this girl.” Xylos commanded, ignoring the disgusted face the priest did. The priesthood has never liked the magi. For them, those who gained power other then the Light is considered damnation.
But this is not the time for this. Xylos rushes towards the Arcania Laboratory, place where Antonidas usually had his experiments and studies. But the door is nowhere to be seen. This could only mean that he’s not here.
Then, he remembered the rest of the Kirin Tor. Trying to link his mind to them, he concentrates. Finally, he linked his mind to Qiel’s and started to converse telepathically
Qiel Farfalla! This is Xylos Sunreaver! I wish to know where Antonidas is! It’s urgent!
Oh, it’s you. You’re back early from expected. Where’s Dionne? Replied Qiel.
There is no time for this. Dionne’s dead and I need to meet Antonidas now.
Oh my … Antonidas is among the frontline of the magi defending Geffen, west of here.
Thanks were all that Xylos could’ve said. He needs to report this to Antonidas as soon as possible, seeing that one of the demon lords is wandering around Payon ruins. And now, he needs to search for his superior….
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Axela is flying above the battlefield outside Prontera using a hippogryph the stable master of Geffen had trained, along with her Crimson Hue squad which she just assembled. Down below, humans, elfs, dwarves, all are battling the demons which seeks to destroy Rune-Midgard’s civilizations. Scores of demons perished by the blades, arrows, and other weapons used against them, but by each demon fell, four to six demons appeared, filling up the gap left by their fallen comrades.
“Now, I want you all to focus on the battlefield, and think of the most powerful offensive spell you know. But don’t tell me what it is. Just release it when I say so!” yelled Axela. She is trying to re-create a grand spell the magi of Order of Yuno died working for. For the spell to be truly devastating to the demons, she requires random spells from each of the magi. Now, she thanks departed souls as their work will not go to waste, and hoping that these magi she picked will not fail her.
The others nodded.
Good. Just a little more …
“NOW!”
The sky begins darkening. Then, bolts of ice and flame fell towards the hordes of demons. Lightning flashes from the sky and struck the demons. Earth begins to melt, swallowing the demons whole. Out of nowhere, explosions occurred here and there. Roots emerged from the land, binding and squeezing the life out of those demons.
Then, a shriek of one of the magi took the attention of Axela from the battlefield. She twists to the left, and see that one of her comrade and his mount, shriveled as if the very water in their bodies are sucked out. Lifeless, both the mage and the hippogryph, they fell towards the battlefield.
Axela tried to locate the source of this foul magic, and instead, stared in horror at a grotesque figure below at the battlefield. It towers most of the demons, as Axela had realized, it was Dracula, one of the demon lords of Rune-Midgard.
“FALL BACK! RETURN TO PRONTERA!” shouted Axela
The others stared each other, confused. They don’t know what had befallen at one of their comrades, as they’re busy casting chains of spells at the battlefield.
Dracula took this confusion to his advantage, and held both of his palms upward. Then, the flesh of the mounts of two of the magi flying above suddenly decayed, quickly turn into bones and dust. The riders scream as they fall high above towards the field.
“Daelin!!”
“On it, mistress...” the mage beside Axela answered. He mutters an incantation, and a portal opened at the direction where the mountless riders fall. The magi fall through the portal, and hopefully, they are safe, wherever the portal might lead to.
“Now, all retreat to Prontera. We have no energy to cast a spell, what more to defend ourselves from the assaults from the demon lord. Make haste!” Axela and the rest of the Crimson Hue fly towards Prontera, and praying that the soldiers of the frontline be saved from the wrath of the demon lord.
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After searching and asking through the encampment, finally a sniper offered herself to lead the way to Antonidas’s tent.
There, Xylos thanked the sniper, and quickly bursts into the tent. Antonidas was testing a few tests and experiments on what seems to be a captured demon. Clearly, he is not pleased with this interruption.
“I’m sorry to bother you, but I have dire news. It seems that there is a demon lord, Baphomet in Payon ruins, and seems that it is on his way to Prontera, and Dionne is dead, holding off the demon lord and forced me to report this to you” stated Xylos solemnly.
Antonidas gasps.
“Dionne’s death is not in vain. She did what is right. But what more unsettling is that, I recently had news from Axela that there is Dracula, the demon lord on the battlefield outside Prontera. With your report, we can conclude that Baphomet is bringing reinforcement for Dracula’s troops.”
“Axela survived during the encounter of the Crimson Hue with Dracula, but not without casualties, what more if Baphomet is to be there.” Continued Antonidas.
“Then, what you propose to do?” asked Xylos.
“Young Xylos, you’re always the slow one to pick up. I shall call Qiel to prepare a portal to Prontera. And from there onwards, we will discuss with the Church of Prontera on dealing with the demon lords.”
Antonidas let out a weak sigh “ No matter how much the Church hates us magi, they will listen to this and decisions will be made if we are to save our world from this wretched demons”
“Now Xylos, you seem tired. Go ahead and take a rest” and Xylos obeyed, even he’s in grief and anger for the death of Dionne, he knows what’s best to do, and for now, he’s going to take a rest before heading to Prontera with Qiel and Antonidas.
Ps. I did this all myself, with sources from various games i.e. Ragnarok Online, Norse Mythology, World of Warcraft, and yadda yadda yadda
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Inactive ...
Its been awhile since I last posted here. I was really out of ideas of what to write, as I'm not really aware of the current What's Hot, What's Not ..
Maybe I'll start being active again, as I had this sudden urge to start actively posting again, but I do hope it wasn't another "hangat hangat tahi ayam"..
Maybe I'll start being active again, as I had this sudden urge to start actively posting again, but I do hope it wasn't another "hangat hangat tahi ayam"..
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