The Oath: Chapter IX The Sinister and the Saviors Despair filled their hearts, and still, they all stared at the empty portal in awe. The crystals surrounding the portals glow still slowly faded, darker, darker, and gone. Stiller than the wind they stood. They disregarded the fact that danger could be all around them. They left Quan in the middle of nowhere. He was lost, and still is. Svenial regretted leaving him there, he thought to himself that he should have picked him up, or even stayed. "It`s my fault.." Svenial murmured. "No it`s not.. There was nothing you could do.." Lyeila replied. "Yes I could of!" He snapped back. "You don`t realize it do you? He has no clue where he is in the middle of a death trap forest! He is going to die." He finished. Mjorn tried to motivate him. "Don`t worry, he will be remembered in our legend." He got up and looked at them all guilty and regretted of what he just said. In agony, he stomped off. Cheonsa got out of her golem. "Wait, Svenial! We don`t k
The Oath (Chapter VIII Understanding) "Look!" Shouted Svenial nodding his head towards the direction they were heading. "It looks like it stops ahead.." He added getting ready to turn around and mumble curses all the way back to where they started, until Lyeila broke out in a scared voice. "Or.. Descends.." She said noticing a cave like entrance, covered by the forest leaves, branches, rocks, roots and plants. "I highly dislike.. Caves.." She added shuddering and shivering. Cheonsa put down her golems safety screen. "It does look like a cave.." She said trying to get a better look at it. It was still far away but it seemed to be more like a pile of rubble with every step. "Are you.. Sure?" Said Svenial pointing at Mjorn and asking if he had a better view because of his size. "Doesn't look like much to me, bu-" He was cut off by a distinguished screech.
Every ones eyes lit up as they stared at Svenial as he threw up his hands to
The Oath (Chapter VII: Alone) "HELP!" Shouted Svenial. "HELP ME!" He tried again. He could feel a string like object wrapped around his ankle, and deliberately pulling him deeper into the jungle. He hit hard roots and rocks along the way, and just merely missing large tree stumps. "HELP!" He shouted again trying to free himself. He looked up but could see no sign of what it was pulling him. Still he was being dragged along the forest floor. It got darker and darker more, even the firebugs and glowing plants faded. But he looked up again as he slowed down, and slower to stop, and he had a glance at what it was, still being held on to. He probably would have not known.
"Oh no.." He murmured to himself. He stared up in awe, forgetting all the cuts, bruises and pain. All he focused on was the humongous creature in front of him. It looked like a highly oversized venus fly trap, with roots The ones holding him fl
Forgotten Gears: Prologue"Some years back, in 3047, we humans ruled the world. We had no threats. We were dominating the species, no worries, progressively increasing in our technology and didn`t give a damn about anything else. Well, that was until the Foarlust, 3051, after the polar shift, Destroyer. The scientists continued to say the chances were nearly impossible, and now they`re dead because of it. It destroyed everything. Absolutely everything. Out of nowhere, the new intelligent races emerged because of it. Arachs, Saouls, Morques and the Ondoor. They came from the ground, from the water, from the uncharted lands and from the sky. They were living on our planet undetected. To them, we lived on theirs. That`s how it started. The war. Most call it World War V, but I call it the extinction of the human race. We were outnumbered, all of our studies were destroyed and three quarters of our race died. Today, in 3058, we live on what we have, salvaging and attempting to forget the current threat, even though
The Oath (Chapter VI The Pathway) The sun was on the verge of coming into the sky. The deep red light took over the cabin, along with the warm damp air. Svenial opened his eyes and to his comfort, everyone was still in bed. He got out of the comfortable bed and looked out the window, into the sunrise. He looked at his arm for no reason. He wondered why. Why him? Why was he born when he was? Why was he a sylvari of all races? Not that he didn`t want to be, but he probably wouldn't of put all those other peoples, his friends, lives in danger. He didn`t feel like a hero, he felt like a follower. Someone who brought people to their death. He almost killed Lyeila the day before, he felt guilty, guiltier than ever. Maybe he shouldn`t of listened to anyone, and stayed at the grove. He thought that maybe it would be better that way.. But his thinking was interrupted by Lyeilas voice.
"Good morning." She said grim. "What`s wrong? You