InfinityBeholden
Number X
The Order of the Frozen Scale: A group who worshiped the Grand Ice Dragon that once protected the land from creatures tainted by death’s shedding. The colossal Dragon bestowed a blessing onto this order - One of his massive scales. His time was passing, he passed the torch to his followers, they became his army of protection. The gigantic scale is for more than looks, Those who commit themselves to this order are given a small fragment of it. The scale shows the world they are of this order, It’s no simple task to get into it, So people who see the scale will hold them to a higher standard.
Many great adventurers seek out this order, to join them and get a fragment of the frozen scale, then they will be treated as prestigious warriors. This is the goal of any ambitious adventurers, Many fail, but those who succeed go on to become greatness.
The home of the frozen scale had been raided by creatures of death. The castle was falling apart, the walls crumbled, black ashes smeared all over the wall, but the Frozen Scale remained in tact. The great warrior Oliver was fully decked out in full plated armor and an sword made out of pure Ice, he had a darker skin color as he was a Brute Eh'. While the scale had been protected, after taking on 3 powerful creatures of death he had reached his limit, he was lying against the wall. He slid against the wall and on to the ground leaving a blood trail against the wall.
The room was dark, a huge Frozen Dragon Scale was in the middle of the room, there was a bunch of rope along the wall that led to the the scale and surrounded it holding it up, a circular hole on the ceiling was around the scale showing the sky; beneath the scale was a floor, a circle was around it, but they were stairs leading down to the massive scale, the rest of it was the floor; Lastly a huge hole was in the wall, like a massive window sill without the window, It revealed the ice forest and a perfect night.
Regardless of the beauty of the legendary room, it wasn't the way he pictured dying. There was so much he wanted to experience, being a Brute Eh' of The Order of the Frozen Scale he lived a rough life, he was only a warrior for the cause and wanted to experience a normal life, it was all he ever dreamed of, but that life was not for him. It was all too late for regrets, he used his blade as a tool to pry him self up.
"IS THIS WHAT YOU WANT TO SEE, I WONT GIVE IN TO YOU"
He let out a scream before running into what appeared to be certain death.
There was once a boy, he lived a normal life, which now seems like heaven. He was a good person or close enough to the real thing, but death shed and a piece had landed into him, he tried to fight it but it slowly got to him, he lost control, he killed his entire village, when he gained control again it was too late, that boy became the puppeteer, he made replicas that looked like him and entered their bodies, using them as a way to keep control, but he could also use them as a weapon, he could leave ta body behind tactically or as a weapon. That's what he became known for - puppets, no one even knew the horrible crime he committed, but he did and would punish himself inside all the time, the worst crime was hiding behind a sad copy, a shell of his former self.
Those were Apollo's thoughts as he stared into the glass filled to the brim with aged spirits.
The tavern was relatively small in size, only being the size of three master bedrooms, most the guests sat in stools by the bartender, while a few were sprinkled in the background. It was full of happiness and the drunken words of the locals. The place was filled with commons making him stick out like a sore thumb, that and having a Clockwork SpearGun on his back probably made him stand out. He came here for the same reason a few of the adventurers in the room did - to find the frozen forest and seek The Order of the Frozen Scale.
The story begins...
InfinityBeholden
Darth Echo
Many great adventurers seek out this order, to join them and get a fragment of the frozen scale, then they will be treated as prestigious warriors. This is the goal of any ambitious adventurers, Many fail, but those who succeed go on to become greatness.
The home of the frozen scale had been raided by creatures of death. The castle was falling apart, the walls crumbled, black ashes smeared all over the wall, but the Frozen Scale remained in tact. The great warrior Oliver was fully decked out in full plated armor and an sword made out of pure Ice, he had a darker skin color as he was a Brute Eh'. While the scale had been protected, after taking on 3 powerful creatures of death he had reached his limit, he was lying against the wall. He slid against the wall and on to the ground leaving a blood trail against the wall.
The room was dark, a huge Frozen Dragon Scale was in the middle of the room, there was a bunch of rope along the wall that led to the the scale and surrounded it holding it up, a circular hole on the ceiling was around the scale showing the sky; beneath the scale was a floor, a circle was around it, but they were stairs leading down to the massive scale, the rest of it was the floor; Lastly a huge hole was in the wall, like a massive window sill without the window, It revealed the ice forest and a perfect night.
Regardless of the beauty of the legendary room, it wasn't the way he pictured dying. There was so much he wanted to experience, being a Brute Eh' of The Order of the Frozen Scale he lived a rough life, he was only a warrior for the cause and wanted to experience a normal life, it was all he ever dreamed of, but that life was not for him. It was all too late for regrets, he used his blade as a tool to pry him self up.
"IS THIS WHAT YOU WANT TO SEE, I WONT GIVE IN TO YOU"
He let out a scream before running into what appeared to be certain death.
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There was once a boy, he lived a normal life, which now seems like heaven. He was a good person or close enough to the real thing, but death shed and a piece had landed into him, he tried to fight it but it slowly got to him, he lost control, he killed his entire village, when he gained control again it was too late, that boy became the puppeteer, he made replicas that looked like him and entered their bodies, using them as a way to keep control, but he could also use them as a weapon, he could leave ta body behind tactically or as a weapon. That's what he became known for - puppets, no one even knew the horrible crime he committed, but he did and would punish himself inside all the time, the worst crime was hiding behind a sad copy, a shell of his former self.
Those were Apollo's thoughts as he stared into the glass filled to the brim with aged spirits.
The tavern was relatively small in size, only being the size of three master bedrooms, most the guests sat in stools by the bartender, while a few were sprinkled in the background. It was full of happiness and the drunken words of the locals. The place was filled with commons making him stick out like a sore thumb, that and having a Clockwork SpearGun on his back probably made him stand out. He came here for the same reason a few of the adventurers in the room did - to find the frozen forest and seek The Order of the Frozen Scale.
The story begins...
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Starring.....
InfinityBeholden
Darth Echo
