[Neko~Neko]

"Storm Gust!!" Yelled the Wizard and a white flurry of snow and hail filled the area
"No!"exclaimed the Knight but it was to late to act, he was already being snatched violently around by the viciously cold wind. The Knight found him self unable to move nearly frozen, he felt as if a great effort to move would shatter him in to thousands of tiny peaces, like a mirror forced to bend.
The Wizard made a face of evil pleasure that would fit a evil master mind in a book.
"Well well...looks like it ends here young knight." said the Wizard through her evil grin. She raised her wand high over her head and it seemed to shimmer several different colors. She looked the Knight in the eyes with a almost apologetic look.
"Jup..."but she was cut short by a unfamiliar voice.
"Hey witch! Not so fast you'll have to deal with me first!" The voice came from a figure on a faraway hill there seemed to be something near his head but she couldn't tell what, the voice sounded male
"And what makes you think I'm interested in you?"Yelled the Wizard
"Doesn't matter, I'm interested in you" He yelled back with a joyful sound in his voice. Before the Wizard could say any thing back, the faraway man reached for something on his back, grabbed it and brought it to something in his other hand pulled it back and let go, an arrow Wizard out of his bow at the Wizard, she pulled her head sharply to the left and the arrow grassed her neck, her hand instinctively shot up to cover the shallow wound running across the left side of her neck "A Sniper huh!" she yelled with calm anger
"You bet!" He answered as he closed in on the Wizard, stopping about twenty feet away from her. They stared at each other, sizing each other up.
"What business do you have here Sniper?" The Wizard demanded
"Ehhh..." The sniper said reaching in to his quiver for another arrow "Sight seeing hunting those kinda things." The sniper fit the arrow in to his bow's string but kept it facing the ground
"And what business do you have with ME?" The Wizard demanded loosing the controlled part of her anger
"Good question....see that knight? That'd be my quest mate." The Sniper pointed at the Wizard and said "Barren! Go!" and the falcon (witch had been flying near by over head)shot at the Wizard wit blinding speed, she couldn't react fast enough the falcon was upon her pecking and scratching at her face, in her panic she forgot about the Sniper who was down on one knee aiming hard at the knight "Sharp Shooting!!" he yelled and let his arrow fly at the knight it barley nicked him, shattering the thin layer of ice covering the him, hr dropped to his knees with a heavy breath
"Nice timing" the knight said with a sarcastic tone.
"Not now, we have other things to deal with."
"Right!" They turned back to the Wizard who was still fighting off the falcon.
The Sniper pulled a purple arrow out of his quiver and fitted it in to his bow,
he aimed at the Wizard for about two seconds, then yelled
"Barren Come!" The falcon flew high and fast without hesitation "Sharp Shooting!!"he said and let the arrow go. To the Wizard the arrow seemed to be barley moving, but she couldn't do anything. Stunned with fear, she watched the arrow fly at her, knowing that there was nothing she could do.
She noticed the arrow was purple, she had always loved purple. "How fitting that the color purple ends me" she thought, and it was her last thought. There was a thud and a snapping sound as the arrow pierced her skull, the Sniper stood and grinned a sad grin "Sad, she wasn't more skilled...Kie! Search her for useful items or Zeny...Also get me my poison arrow back."
"Right!" the Knight answered obediently and headed toward the Wizards limp body, he noticed all the blood running from the Wizards head, when they fought there was always allot of blood...he also noticed something else something strange that sent a small chill down his spine, the Wizard had a faint smile oh her blood covered face. "She died smiling! How could you smile knowing you were going to die like that?" The Knight thought to him self. He searched her and found a few different colored stones and about one hundred Zeny, he took her wand to it looked valuable. Then he stared at the arrow sticking out from between her eyes and frowned
"Why do I have to get the arrow back? We have more of the exact same arrows."he thought, but as usual he kept to him self and did as he was told.



Leave a comment, a suggestion, criticism all that.
Thx.

Edited:Fixed a few typos.
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[Sephiroth7500]

I think you spelled "which" wrong. Either that or you actually meant witch. :O
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[Neko~Neko]

Thx, I meant which.
(embarrassed)
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[Sephiroth7500]

Ohz kkz.
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[AbaraiGirl]

me likey!!! we want more!!!


Nice Job
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[suigojin]

Nice story. I'm writing a story of my own but I kind of changed it by well...my storyline (I'll probably do one about the ppl here lol)anyway do me the favor don't take the story or ideas. Thanks. (last thing, Enjoy)

Rune Midgard: The city of Foundation: Prontera.

The city of prontera was peaceful as children, elders, and the basic commoners walked busily from market to market in search for the finely goods of trade between the cities of the mighty continent of Midgar. Two children ran playfully along the road unaware of their surroundings and their path until one of them fell into the path of a legion headed for the keep of Prontera. "neeeiiiggghhh!!!" a mighty white steed reigned back as if to stamp its hooves on the boy. "Aaaaahhhh, Waaaaahhhhh!!!!!!!!!" the boy cried. just then a hand reached out and grabbed the boy roughly tossing him into the sidewalk. "Foolish lad! what are ye doing?!" a merchant asked as he threw the boy. The horse fell back into position, but where the horse recovered the rider did not. Slowly a figure in fearfully clad armor rose, unforgiving eyes burning of hatred in his humiliation. " M-my lord it is simply a boy, forgive his tomfoolery I assure you he did not do it on-guuaaarrgghh" the merchant did not finish his plea as his throat was cut and blood soiled the ground. The boy felt warm blood in his arms, head, and hands. As he looked up the armored figure drew his sword again. "My lord Murda enough! you are a Templar you musn't do this!" a squire grabbed on to the templar restraining the sword. The templar however, threw the squire off effortlessly. "Get not in my way squire, lest' you wish to feel the cold sting of my blade." the templar said."My lord he is but a mere child! no humiliation is worth taking the lives of two people. "..." silently, Murda sheathed his sword turning. Making his way back to his horse he said "You may have been spared today youngling, but next time I should face humility by your recklessness not even reason; less my squire shall quell me down from putting you to silence forever." Mounting his horse Murda, the templar knight of Prontera continued his way to the keep; where if all went well the king will would honor him for his success in the Fallen's Lair.

The Assassin’s Sanctum: Morroc: The Scarlet Desert

Wind blew away the long silver strands of an assassin as he stood gazing upon the never ending winds that surrounded his home: Morroc. Behind him winds swirled in a formation different than the winds surrounding his presence and that of the city. Ppshhhh! the sands fell back to reveal another assassin, the first assassin spoke "Sayael...what do want?" Opening his eyes Sayael looked into the face of the young assassin in front of him. "The Elder calls for you Seyram. There is another disturbance, a disturbance within the scales of balance." "A disturbance? then we don't need to act. we only act until the scales have been tipped." Seyram said turning. Closing his eyes Sayael spoke "The scales have already been tipped. Someone has spilled much bloodshed. We must balance the scales." Seyram turning once again leaped into the winds disappearing as soon as he had entered. Sayael turning to the sandstorm leaped after him. As Seyram glided in the winds of the sandstorm he moved to the location of the Sanctum. If what Sayael said was true then only one person would know where the murderer was, and more importantly, who it was. The Elder.

The Assassin’s Sanctum: Morroc,

As Seyram landed within the stone courtyard of the sanctum Sayael landed behind him. “It is empty as usual.” he said “Not empty! It is never empty, we always guard it!” a voice boomed. From above the steps a tall, heavily built, black man stood. Seyram walked forward “Sagaras, the scale has been tipped the Elder has called, I seek his audience.” Sagaras walked forward to fully reveal himself. “Tall, muscular, bald, extended earlobes and blind with a genie look” Sayael observed “you haven’t changed” “YOU SAW ME THE YESTERDAY FOOL!!” Sargaras exploded. “I’M NOT BLIND MY EYES ARE SIMPLY LIKE THIS! AND I AM NOT BALD I HAVE HAIR SEE?!” enraged Sargeras bowed his head to show his queue* “excuse me for not noticing the snake sprouting from your head you call hair.” Sayael said simply. “why you…!!” “Enough, take me to the elder I wish to conclude this business.” Seyram said. Grumbling Sagaras turned. “Come, I shall take you now, your brothers should be arriving soon so expect yourselves to be the first ones there.” Without another word both Sayael and Seyram moved to the gaping darkness lit only by the grim candles that led to underground cove with Sagaras in front of them.

The High City: Rachel: The High Order,

The halls gleamed gold as the sun passed through them leaving radiance so pure the halls themselves could have been mistaken for gold. Within the halls an echo that repeated over and over filled the ears of the nobles who walked by leisurely, but the echoes were best heard by the one creating them. As she ran her footsteps pounded her ears like a drum being played restlessly. She did not mind it after all she had more pressing matters to attend to and to add to her stress she had risen from her comfort den to only discover so horribly that she had woken not an hour sooner but an hour later than she had planned. As she hurried by, doors and corridors seemed to blur away waving like water at the sides of her vision yet in such chaos that obscured her eyes and vision she knew her destination as if it had been written in her mind. She darted left, then right, left again and so on but her destination was laid right in front of her: solid, changing angle as if everything had been x-rayed. Her chest heaved rapidly and her breath came short but quickly, even still she did not pause until at last she reached the door of her destination. Heaving heavily she took quick gulps of air, then a long gulp which she released slowly yet leisurely closing her eyes as she did so and just as quickly as she had taken it in she dabbed herself dry with her handkerchief. Fixing herself she opened the doors where inside a council sat waiting for the last seat to be filled.

The High Order: Seat of the Biskmatar

“Biskmatar Hannah, you are late.” The voice of a council man said. Hannah looked down “y-yes, I’m sorry” An elderly woman spoke “As the Biskmatar assigned to our empire we have certain standards and high expectations of you, and being late isn’t one of them.” “Yes, I’m sorry, it will not happen again.” Hannah said. The six council members stood and waited for Hannah to take a seat. As she walked the council members bowed one by one until Hannah stood at the center of the large room. Hannah walked to the highest seat where she could face the entire room and upon standing in front of it she said “Please take a seat.” Bowing the council members sat down, Hannah seating herself last. “Biskmatar Hannah, allow me to begin.” A dark skinned council man said. “Yes, please do” “It has come to an attention lord Biskmatar, that the Genesis Masters have gained too much power. I fear that they may even have more power or privileges than the king! They may endanger the king’s full power of the throne.” “Indeed” another councilwoman said. “The Genesis masters have been the greatest guardians Rune Midgard has ever known but…they have only been known to show loyalty to the king when all hope was lost. For them to gain even more power that is close to the king’s is dangerous. They are not to be trusted with such power.” The council members nodded in agreement. “It was however the people who elected them their power.” Hannah responded “We cannot take their power away simply because we feel it endangers the king.” “Lord Biskmatar, what if they are to rebel? Already they are using their power to establish guilds born of loyalty to them not to the king!” Hannah put her hands together quietly. “They haven’t used any of the guilds to lay dismal to the king yet…” “And if they do? What then?” the council members asked. Closing her eyes in prayer Hannah replied “let us hope they don’t.”

The High City: Rachel: The High Order

Hannah paced back and forth thinking about the words of the council members. It was a pressing issue for her, she thought back about what she had heard during her stay in Prontera a few days ago. By the vote of the Genesis masters ex-communed Templar Murda had returned to the city with his dreadful army the Saint Legion and worse was that during his return he had killed a merchant for trying to plea the life of a peasant boy. The king had exiled Murda and his army because of his monstrosity in war but for the GMs to bring him back to the empire by forcing their power over the king’s…they had truly gone far; but even still she couldn’t do anything about it since Murda was after all a valuable asset in the protection of Midgard. Heaving a sigh Hannah flopped on a chair and placed her chin on her palm. what could she do? nothing. Hannah bit her pinky nail and suddenly she thought of an idea. That’s it! she thought. The GMs did have power and they could overthrow the king but that didn’t mean she had to sit around. She could prepare against the GMs when the time came and she knew just how she was going to do it. Focusing all she could she reached into her consciousness and called out “Fey…..” “answer me please…” “Fey….”

The City of the Ydggrassil Tree: Juno: The Archmagus:

[Neko~Neko]

I've done a few pages more during school, Ill post them as soon as i can.
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[suigojin]

yea dude. rock on ;D if u want I can edit ur writing to a higher lvl as a matter of fact I'm editing a few things on the one u posted. nice metaphor use btw

[EdgarGrimfang]

I'm liking this guys! A lot. Perhaps later I'll post some of my RO themed horror stories and the like in another thread.

Many thanks, especially for helping me get back my motivation to write.
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[suigojin]

Neko neko, I took the liberty of editing ur story a little. (its still the same just with a lil more crack to it)


"Storm Gust!!" Yelled the Wizard and a flurry of white snow and hail filled the area.
"No!"exclaimed the Knight, but his movement was too late and he was snatched and flung around violently by the vicious casted wind. The Knight found himself frozen unable to move, he felt as if any effort to move would shatter him to a thousand tiny pieces, like a mirror being forced to bend.
The Wizard’s face was full of pleasure and so evil that like a book her intentions could be read.
"Well well...looks like it ends here young knight." The Wizard said through her evil grin. She then raised her wand high over her head and the tip of her wand seemed to shimmer in several different colors. She looked at the Knight with what could have been a sorry look. "Jupit-"but she was cut short by a unfamiliar voice.
"Hey witch! Not so fast, you'll have to deal with me first!" The voice came from a figure on a hill faraway from where she stood. As she looked, there seemed to be something near the figure's head but she couldn't tell what it was; the figure sounded male. "And what makes you think I'm interested in you?" yelled the Wizard.
"Nothing~ but it doesn't matter, because I'm interested in you." He called back with a joyful sound in his voice. Before the she could reply back, the man faraway reached for something on his back, grabbed it and brought it to his other hand where he seemed to pull back and in a brief moment he let go. As a arrow whizzed out of his bow toward the Wizard, she jerked her head sharply to the left avoiding death at that moment but letting the arrow graze her neck. At once her hand instinctively shot up to cover the shallow wound running across the left side of her neck. "A Sniper eh!" she hissed with calm anger
"You bet!" He answered as he closed in on the Wizard, stopping about twenty feet away from her. They stared at each other, sizing each other up.
"What business do you have here Sniper?" The Wizard demanded
"Ehhh..." The sniper said reaching into his quiver for another arrow. "Nothing much really, sightseeing, hunting, those kinda things." The sniper fit the arrow into his bowstring but kept it facing the ground.
"And what business do you have with ME?" The Wizard demanded losing the controlled part of her anger.
"Good question, see that knight? That'd be my quest mate." The Sniper then pointed at the Wizard and roared "Barren! Go!" at once the falcon (which had been flying nearby over head) shot toward the Wizard with blinding speed, she couldn't react fast enough. The falcon was soon upon her pecking and scratching at her face that in her desperation to get the falcon off her she forgot about the Sniper who was down on one knee aiming hard at the knight. "Sharp Shooting!!" he yelled and let his arrow fly so that it barely nicked the Knight, shattering the thin layer of ice covering him. The Knight dropped to his knees with a heavy breath,
"Nice timing" the knight said with a sarcastic tone.
"You’re welcome, and not now, we have things to deal with."
"Right!" They turned back to the Wizard who was still fighting off the falcon.
The Sniper pulled a purple arrow out of his quiver and fitted it in to his bowstring once more. He aimed at the Wizard for about two seconds, and yelled "Barren Come!" The falcon flew high and fast without hesitation "Sharp Shooting!!" he commanded, and let the arrow go. For the Wizard time seemed to fall, like grey matter, surrounded in water where every second seemed so slow, beautiful, yet terrifying. The arrow seemed to be barely moving yet, she couldn't do anything, stunned with fear, she watched the arrow fly toward her, knowing that her end had come. Curiously in that second the Wizard found a little bit of Solace; she noticed the arrow was purple, the color she had always loved. "How fitting that the color purple should be the end of me" she thought, and her last thought was cut with a thud and a snapping sound confirming that the arrow had pierced her skull. The Sniper stood and a sad grin marked his face. "Sad, that she wasn't more skilled...tsk, Kie, search her for useful items or zeny...also, get me my poison arrow back."
"Right!" the Knight answered obediently and headed toward the Wizards limp body, he noticed all the blood running from the Wizards head, “When they fought there was always alot of blood” he thought to himself. He also noticed something else; something strange that sent small chills down his spine. The Wizard had a faint smile on her blood covered face. “She died smiling! How could you smile knowing you were going to die like that?" The Knight exclaimed to himself. He searched her and found a few different colored stones and about one grand Zeny. He took her wand since it looked valuable, then, he stared at the arrow sticking out from between her eyes and frowned
"Why do I have to get the arrow back? We have more of the exact same arrows." he thought. But as usual he kept the thought to himself and did as he was told.
Edited by: Suigojin (Neko~Neko still holds all rights lol~)

[Neko~Neko]

Good writing, and i liked your style.
But it was Your writing and not mine, and you changed the quotes, witch shows the attitudes of the characters, so in a way you changed my characters.
I don't think it was bad, far from it I liked it and I am not offended or mad at all that you made your own version, again it was great.

And I'm happy you liked it enough to do that!

I'll post the other pages soon, hope they go over as well as this did.

Thank you and have fun.
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[suigojin]

sure why not? I'm a bit downed though...(it wasn't my aim to change your characters just to clarify the story) but yea definitely. If you want, I can edit whatever u'd like me to edit. it's your story afterall. =)