Sebastian Fllynn's Story

The naked Sebastian slowly applied his slightly smaller frame in the comforting embrace of the much older and larger man. The water soothed the fine curves of his body as he brought the wet arms around him almost cuddling to David as a security blanket. He held the goblet of wine in his hands as he relaxed in the other' arms enjoying the softness of his whisper as his semi-long hair pushed back to rest firmly on the other man's board shoulder. "My emotions doesn't alter the fact that you can't just go renegade every time a crisis happens... Its your empire to." he claimed in sound advise before he closed his eyes desiring to just be... held.

"(I am certain.)" A voice spoke back in Draconic. Hermes or Sebastian Fllynn stepped out by the stairwell somewhat crossing his arms. The illusionist had recently returned from the swamps, it was there where he slayed the adventuring group known as the shining beacons, an all elvish adventuring group. The items they carried and were equipped was worth a small fortune, not to mention to the now continual flow of gullible fools.

Most that ventured to slay the dragon would be captured, stripped and sold into slavery which was very good gold for the guild itself. The operation had flourished and Hermes had left a capable lieutenant of the guild to continue their works, Daron the elvish sorcerer whom was killed at the incident at the manor house... Resurrection and rejuvenation spells were very costly; but his spellcasting to continue to spawn the dragon was well worth the expense.

"Assassins are beginning to turn down the contracts to go after the Shadow Stealer, no matter at which rate I expend. Guards continued to be worthless and adventurers are drawing into the military for the coming war." He exlained, the situtation of taking care of this huge thorn in the guild's side was triffling.

Sebastian Fllynn remained studious and calm as though attempting to read the first request granted. "I will Master. Though this man seems rather unrelenting. I do not feel we will be able to make the profits we desire within the city walls this season due to all the trouble he's cause." He answered but respected the wisdom of the request.

The other required him to bow once again uttering the words "I will make it my top priority." With that the number two followed the thief lord now the beautiful woman in red accompanying the assassin lord inside the carriage.

The Champions of Gaia

A band of adventurers that were chosen for a quest that started out for mere stones through deceit. Nightfall is coming to Gaia with the Second Rising of Eras. The Champions will either plunge the world into darkness or bath it in everlasting light.

A subtle glitter undulated across the mountains, the call of Gaia. Barely noticeable to the naked eye, but nonetheless the Spirit of the Realm calling for the Champions to rise. Were there any in Skyfall Citadel who would heed the call?

The faint sound of stone scraping stone bounced off the walls of Skyfall Citadel. The mountains almost seemed to vibrate as slowly the head of the Colossi rose to the horizon off in the distance. Obsidian eyes caught the pink light of the clouds, surveying the mountains as still the Colossi upwards did rise. Soon he was visible from the citadel. Long arms extended to support the Colossi as for the first time in Ages he stood up. His hands were still firmly planted beneath the earth. The top of his head breached the pinked clouds still dumping rain here in the Skyfall Citadel, which sat on his brow above those dark eyes.

There he stood in the horizon. His brow passed through the clouds, though his obsidian eyes surveyed the Exalted Mountains. He glanced over far to the east, swept his gaze from there to Valley of Dorant, a strange place of recent history that was a popular destination for those who liked to go hiking and never again return. There, the Colossi frowned. A pulse of Gaia's magic grew stronger somewhere in the mountains as well. The floating mountains hovered a little higher again as Gaia's blessing was accepted elsewhere in the mountains. The head hovering over the horizon focused it's attention to that spot. The remaining foundation of a town on the back of his left shoulder was made visible as the Colossi turned, dust rushing through the mountains as Ni'Thorne moved.

The walls of the citadel protected the main city from these dusts, but those living on the outskirts rushed the gates in a panic.It wasn't much longer before the alarm was sound.

Meanwhile, in Norde Keep, the Oracle of Skyfall was to be put on trial. A false king had risen to the throne in the turmoil from years past, managing to slip through the ranks. He remained one of the most feared and hated individuals, his heart set on a lady he couldn't have. He did not believe the legends, felt Eras would never come back and Gaia was a fairy tale you told children so they didn't believe people like He could exist. As the corruption in Skyfall grew stronger, so did Eras, feeding off of their evil ways.

"A greater storm is coming!" Shouted an elf to the dwarven smith running for cover into the nearest tavern with her. Those who had not made it to the Norde Keep to witness the trial weren't about to leave while an alarm was being rung to keep them safe. What was happening, anyhow? You couldn't see the horizon from most points in Skyfall Citadel, but those who did would have fear struck deep into their hearts. Those who did would surely denounce the king.

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There was a great explosion, a might boom across the Kingdom of Skyfall. The walls of the Citadel quivered. The People of Skyfall huddled in their residences - or remained trapped in the unfolding drama in Norde Keep.

Two quakes followed as to the south two great masses of stone collided and made home on the border of the Whispering Woods and the Exalted Mountains. A cloud of dust and debris rose through the mountains, slamming against the outer walls much like the last cloud of dust did. For the most part it seemed everyone had made it in.

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The rains had stopped as well, and the clouds slowly began to clear.
They were a little pink around the edges. The pink seemed to be fading.

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Crulamin stared in awe at the titan. A tome slipped from his hand, tumbling onto the cobblestone pathway, but it was mostly forgotten. The young half-elf trembled at the sight of the being that had caused such destruction. He prayed to whatever gods would heed him, and then he rushed into the keep to seek shelter.