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A sadistic grin crept up on Viktor's face as he watched Khades get beat down, time and time again. Few things gave his cold heart pleasure, but seeing his nemesis forsaken and helpless made him smile. This was the perfect scenario for Viktor, an ideal moment to strike while he was overwhelmed...

From Andraste's rooftop perch, the fighting seemed an eternity away. It was relaxing, in a way. Sure, there was death and destruction, and carnage on a huge scale. But from the fighting, a person really knew who they were. They understood what they were made of, what they could do, and what...

They didn't stop coming. Even when a wall of their dead filled the street, they didn't stop coming. They climbed up, over the bodies of their brothers and sisters, and swung a clumsy blow toward gore-drenched Andraste, only to get a bullet to their skull or a longsword to the throat. These were...

Ye Who are God's Warriors and his law, Pray to God and have faith in Him, That you will always be victorious Across the world, the tides of war grew higher and higher. Throngs were mustered, weapons were forged, elaborate plans finalized. 1000 years of preparation came down to this decisive...

It's a simple process, Savage. They designed it to be that way. They need a tool that was easy for the stupid to use, yet could strike harder than any swordmaster. So now, yet another savage will learn it. Its simple, really. Insert the bullet into the opening, push that little lever up, and...

A week into this new life and Andraste was making surprisingly good progress. She was naturely suited for this world, for it seemed that, like the highlands of old, a similar principle ruled this land. Whoever had the best weapon and the skill with it would inevitably rule. That being said, it...

Conquest, the greatest ambition of man. For some, it was conquering their fears. For others, to conquer an inner demon. And for the ambitious or gloryseeking, to conquer foreign lands. While the Picts never did much conquering, they were almost always on the warpath. Andraste had led a few...

In the lands of the Picts, the closest our people ever got to the gods was our druids and the ancient groves we worshipped in. We could feel their presence there every second. Their quiet and powerful voice on the wind, their iron resilience in the sacred tree's bark, their power in the roaring...

We were great once. Our homes were warm, our fields were plentiful, our families were happy, and our faith was strong. In our mountainous strongholds, we made a life for ourselves, erecting great shrines to our gods and gathering every week to break bread with our friends and families. For so...

Name: Andraste Aliases: The Butcher of the North, the Patron of Berserkers Gender: Female Species: Spirit Age: Unknown Appearance: Role: The Eternal Savage Personality: On the surface, Andraste is a calm and collected individual. She can carry out a normal conversation, live alongside...

Viktor was seldom willing to share his powerful tools nowadays, but the chance to know his enemies and allies a bit better was not something he could give up. And who knows? Maybe once the war was over, Tartarus could make a valuable ally, provided he wasn't destroyed by then. His command over...

Dark was the forge. Quiet were the halls. Warless was the afterlife. And upon a throne sat the lord of it all, Viktor. Upon his lap lay the sacred weapon, Kamen, and to his side, a xisphos. Heavy was the burden he carried, for now all of war was his dominion, and war was to come as quick as...

The wind rushed past him, throwing up sand, but Ologor didn't budge an inch. So this was the legendary Hruk. Grund told him about the huge living island a few hundred years ago. But now seeing him, he realized how big he actually was. And then perched on top of his head was a familiar woman...

And patient she would be. The woman sat there, watching the world fly by, growing ever closer to Ologor. ----------------------- Ologor nodded as the portal began to reappear, and then said, "Hold on a moment. I think we are going to have visitors." The waves began to grow in size, and if one...

Mark didn't give a damn about them. He didn't give a damn about any of his fellow students, actually. He just tried to get out of the class and the school.