Fan Fictions of Arkain

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Oh god Imagine being that twin no you dont get the dead parent keep sake your cooler sister gets that. but boriss its just a joke on the spelling of her name being Salana.
 
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What do you mean? Selana is a totally canon character you know.

She fell in love with Gardon's brother, Gordon.
The leader of the SteelFist.
Unlike Gardon, who lost Salana to the undead's grip, his brother, Gordon, was luckier and had a feeling for Selana, and after the fall of Renova, was granted permission to marry her by his beloved brother Gardon. During the era of Gardon's reign, the amount of half-elven numbers increased with Gordon now having triplets with Selana. :peasant-grin:
 

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who lost Salana to the undead's grip
That's one way of putting it.
What do you mean? Selana is a totally canon character you know.

She fell in love with Gardon's brother, Gordon.
The leader of the SteelFist.
Unlike Gardon, who lost Salana to the undead's grip, his brother, Gordon, was luckier and had a feeling for Selana, and after the fall of Renova, was granted permission to marry her by his beloved brother Gardon. During the era of Gardon's reign, the amount of half-elven numbers increased with Gordon now having triplets with Selana. :peasant-grin:
HMMMMM
 
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Unlike Gardon, who lost Salana to the undead's grip, his brother, Gordon, was luckier and had a feeling for Selana, and after the fall of Renova, was granted permission to marry her by his beloved brother Gardon. During the era of Gardon's reign, the amount of half-elven numbers increased with Gordon now having triplets with Selana. :peasant-grin:

And after the war they retreated to a small farmstead where they spent their days together taking care of wounded and abandoned animals, including murlocs, gnolls and orcs.
 
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And after the war they retreated to a small farmstead where they spent their days together taking care of wounded and abandoned animals, including murlocs, gnolls and orcs.
By the time Amari knew, she paid a visit to family, and happened to find also Gardon arriving to see his brother, and offered to form a peace treaty between Zyaise kingdom and Tribal Dominion fully. Humans and orcs are now officially cooperative thanks to the actions of Gordon and Selana. Yet both Gardon and Amari had the same thing in mind: The plagued kingdom of Rengar. As a way to officiate the alliance, Gardon sends his regiment to investigate Rengar. Edoarus would have time slipping short and his plan being jeopardized.:peasant-rolling-eyes:
 
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By the time Amari knew, she paid a visit to family, and happened to find also Gardon arriving to see his brother, and offered to form a peace treaty between Zyaise kingdom and Tribal Dominion fully. Humans and orcs are now officially cooperative thanks to the actions of Gordon and Selana. Yet both Gardon and Amari had the same thing in mind: The plagued kingdom of Rengar. As a way to officiate the alliance, Gardon sends his regiment to investigate Rengar. Edoarus would have time slipping short and his plan being jeopardized.:peasant-rolling-eyes:

Fortunately Aridon the Watcher foresaw these events and sent Salana to temporarily kidnap and replace her twin sister Selana and have her throw a big party at the farm to buy time for Edoarus. However, things get a little complicated when Salana falls for Gordon's twin brother Gardon, who previously had her stabbed and is now married to Vail and has a secret affair with the current elven queen Larine.
 
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However, things get a little complicated when Salana falls for Gordon's twin brother Gardon, who previously had her stabbed and is now married to Vail and has a secret affair with the current elven queen Larine.

The bloodclaw really are Charming dudes.

By the time Amari knew, she paid a visit to family, and happened to find also Gardon arriving to see his brother, and offered to form a peace treaty between Zyaise kingdom and Tribal Dominion fully.

Selana and Gordon, the true heroes of Arkain.
 
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The greatest heroes are often those that can not only burn bridges, but also extend the welcoming hand and rebuild them.
 
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Fortunately Aridon the Watcher foresaw these events and sent Salana to temporarily kidnap and replace her twin sister Selana and have her throw a big party at the farm to buy time for Edoarus. However, things get a little complicated when Salana falls for Gordon's twin brother Gardon, who previously had her stabbed and is now married to Vail and has a secret affair with the current elven queen Larine.
The situation is revealed to be even more complex. It's revealed before Salana's wounding, she eloped with Gardon a week before at night and spent a tender moment with him that... marked the actual first child of Gardon and Salana. By the time she was recovering, Saphire knew the secret and prepared for her dear friend's birth. In the last month, Salana finally awoke but her conditions needed to be stable so Salana's elven friends and future allies were called to assist at labor. Saphire, along with Keera, Sister Pentiss, and Sorveyena were present as midwives. It's also revealed that Woodhunters are descendants of two dark elves who were fugitives of Aldera and Lenira families before sealing Dead Mountain. The ancestors became prominent members of elven society with Selana and Salana becoming the most recent descendants. As such, both Pentiss and Sorveyena had a right to support their distant relative with tenderness and care. At the christening of the child, Sorveyena insisted that the child be taught assassin's way of dark elves while Pentiss intended her to be a priestess of Divine One. Keera and Saphira, although disliking Gardon, chose to protect the child and make her a future herald of elven return. Meanwhile, Salana, slightly amnesiac, longs for none other than Gardon Bloodclaw. :peasant-i-object:
 
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The situation is revealed to be even more complex. It's revealed before Salana's wounding, she eloped with Gardon a week before at night and spent a tender moment with him that... marked the actual first child of Gardon and Salana. By the time she was recovering, Saphire knew the secret and prepared for her dear friend's birth. In the last month, Salana finally awoke but her conditions needed to be stable so Salana's elven friends and future allies were called to assist at labor. Saphire, along with Keera, Sister Pentiss, and Sorveyena were present as midwives. It's also revealed that Woodhunters are descendants of two dark elves who were fugitives of Aldera and Lenira families before sealing Dead Mountain. The ancestors became prominent members of elven society with Selana and Salana becoming the most recent descendants. As such, both Pentiss and Sorveyena had a right to support their distant relative with tenderness and care. At the christening of the child, Sorveyena insisted that the child be taught assassin's way of dark elves while Pentiss intended her to be a priestess of Divine One. Keera and Saphira, although disliking Gardon, chose to protect the child and make her a future herald of elven return. Meanwhile, Salana, slightly amnesiac, longs for none other than Gardon Bloodclaw. :peasant-i-object:

That goes a bit too far for my taste to be honest.
I was thinking more along the lines of:

Salana, realizing what is happening, decided that she needs to run away before things get even worse and escapes the farmstead just as the festivities reach their peak. Unbeknownst to her, Gordon, the husband of Selana, is looking for his wife and is confused when he sees a slim elven figure running for the woods surrounding the farmstead. Believing that it was his beloved Selana, he rushes in pursuit, only to run into an undead ambush. Just as the ghouls are about to snap his neck, Salana orders them to stop. Gordon, now more confused than before, can't believe what he just witnessed. His beloved wife commanding a pack of undead and luring him into an ambush. Salana realizes that this will be a long night of explanations and considerations. She knows that her patron, Aridon, would never allow his existence to be revealed to the mortals at large. Yet she wants her twin sister to be happy and understands that if Selana and Gordon were to just mysteriously disappear, the rulers of Zyainor and the Tribal dominion wouldn't stop until they found them. Risking the reveal of Aridon the Watcher's existence either way, Salana decides to take Gordon with her, both to ensure that Selana and Gordon are reunited as well as hoping for Aridon's counsel.
 
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Salana, realizing what is happening, decided that she needs to run away before things get even worse and escapes the farmstead just as the festivities reach their peak. Unbeknownst to her, Gordon, the husband of Selana, is looking for his wife and is confused when he sees a slim elven figure running for the woods surrounding the farmstead. Believing that it was his beloved Selana, he rushes in pursuit, only to run into an undead ambush. Just as the ghouls are about to snap his neck, Salana orders them to stop. Gordon, now more confused than before, can't believe what he just witnessed. His beloved wife commanding a pack of undead and luring him into an ambush. Salana realizes that this will be a long night of explanations and considerations. She knows that her patron, Aridon, would never allow his existence to be revealed to the mortals at large. Yet she wants her twin sister to be happy and understands that if Selana and Gordon were to just mysteriously disappear, the rulers of Zyainor and the Tribal dominion wouldn't stop until they found them. Risking the reveal of Aridon the Watcher's existence either way, Salana decides to take Gordon with her, both to ensure that Selana and Gordon are reunited as well as hoping for Aridon's counsel.

Meanwhile at the party:
For Gardon and Amari, this was the first real opportunity to meet and get to know each other. After the initial shock of realizing they shared a mentor passed, they discovered that they have more in common that either of them would ever think. Both shunned and abandoned by the ones they once called family at some point in their lives, neither ascended to their current positions out of lust for war or power. Although Amari didn't believe in forcing loyalty through dark magics, she eventually grew to admire Gardon's determination, the sheer strength of will that he possessed, as well as his surprisingly strong bond with his wolf companion, Zed. Gardon, on the other hand, was taken aback by how well learned and sophisticated Amari was, surpassing even some of his advisors in wisdom and knowledge of the world. As they enjoyed their quiet and calm conversations, elsewhere on the farmstead, the party was just beginning to heat up. Something that, in hindsight, was probably unavoidable, as it is with every event where Vail and Larine are within a hundred kilometers of each other. And the amount of alcohol certainly didn't help in keeping things quiet, both by encouraging some straight-forwardness in our two damsels as well as by providing an ample supply of loud fans and spectators. All in all, things were heading towards a loud confrontation, when out of a sudden, a chill wind froze everyone in place and sent shivers down their spines. Something was about to happen. Something unforeseen and definitely unwelcome...
 
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Did you ever hear the tragedy of Selana the Twin? I thought not. It's not a story Shar would tell you. It's a Hive legend. Selana was the sister of Salana Woodhunter, so unexpected and so hilarious she could use her unexpected fame to influence the fandom to make her a part of Arkain… Fanfiction is a pathway to many abilities some consider to be unnatural. She became so powerful… the only thing she was afraid of was getting branded insignificant by being moved out of the New Content Discussion, which eventually, of course, happened. How unfortunate, the Round Table never appreciated her enough, so she left Arkain with Gordon, and they also took Reneva, the forgotten sister of the elven queen with them.
 

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Did you ever hear the tragedy of Selana the Twin? I thought not. It's not a story Shar would tell you. It's a Hive legend. Selana was the sister of Salana Woodhunter, so unexpected and so hilarious she could use her unexpected fame to influence the fandom to make her a part of Arkain… Fanfiction is a pathway to many abilities some consider to be unnatural. She became so powerful… the only thing she was afraid of was getting branded insignificant by being moved out of the New Content Discussion, which eventually, of course, happened. How unfortunate, the Round Table never appreciated her enough, so she left Arkain with Gordon, and they also took Reneva, the forgotten sister of the elven queen with them.
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Did you ever hear the tragedy of Selana the Twin? I thought not. It's not a story Shar would tell you. It's a Hive legend. Selana was the sister of Salana Woodhunter, so unexpected and so hilarious she could use her unexpected fame to influence the fandom to make her a part of Arkain… Fanfiction is a pathway to many abilities some consider to be unnatural. She became so powerful… the only thing she was afraid of was getting branded insignificant by being moved out of the New Content Discussion, which eventually, of course, happened. How unfortunate, the Round Table never appreciated her enough, so she left Arkain with Gordon, and they also took Reneva, the forgotten sister of the elven queen with them.

You have wrote gallantly, worthy of recognition in the archives of the Order of the Flame. But now it is finished, post more and Gordon will be spared.
 
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This Thread makes me feel like i got thrown on a Train that went straight to hell and than back and all i have to remember this even tis the mental scars it left on me. At least we have Gordon and his Direcats to cheer me up.
 
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Meanwhile at the party:
For Gardon and Amari, this was the first real opportunity to meet and get to know each other. After the initial shock of realizing they shared a mentor passed, they discovered that they have more in common that either of them would ever think. Both shunned and abandoned by the ones they once called family at some point in their lives, neither ascended to their current positions out of lust for war or power. Although Amari didn't believe in forcing loyalty through dark magics, she eventually grew to admire Gardon's determination, the sheer strength of will that he possessed, as well as his surprisingly strong bond with his wolf companion, Zed. Gardon, on the other hand, was taken aback by how well learned and sophisticated Amari was, surpassing even some of his advisors in wisdom and knowledge of the world. As they enjoyed their quiet and calm conversations, elsewhere on the farmstead, the party was just beginning to heat up. Something that, in hindsight, was probably unavoidable, as it is with every event where Vail and Larine are within a hundred kilometers of each other. And the amount of alcohol certainly didn't help in keeping things quiet, both by encouraging some straight-forwardness in our two damsels as well as by providing an ample supply of loud fans and spectators. All in all, things were heading towards a loud confrontation, when out of a sudden, a chill wind froze everyone in place and sent shivers down their spines. Something was about to happen. Something unforeseen and definitely unwelcome...

How long has it been? Gordon couldn't tell. Nor could he tell the time of day, the season of the year... He felt like the whole world is foreign to him now. He felt that if he tried to escape, he wouldn't make it more than five steps before getting lost. Whatever Salana's bodyguards used to keep him pacified worked almost too well. Every time Gordon tried to concentrate his mind would again and again slip, filling his head with images of his beloved Selana. Where is she? Is she alright? Will I ever see her again, will I feel her warm touch on my chest, her kiss on my cheek? Or will we forever more be just cold corpses, marching at the whim of our undead master? But Selana's sister Salana, his captor, wasn't undead. From what he could tell by the brief glimpses he got while struggling to maintain even basic level of focus, she was very much alive. Stops for meal, to resupply water, even bathroom pause... all of it as if he was again part of a company of men, marching towards adventure. Like the first time he marched to war alongside the reclusive elves, the lonely ranger that was too shy to follow in the company's tracks, instead preferring to mingle among the trees, only appearing when she discovered that demon ambush. They managed to surround the demons instead, slaughtering them without so much as a single live lost. "What is your name, ranger?" he asked, when the battle was over. "Selana, sir. Selana Woodhunter". Selana... Selana... echoed inside his skull, as he once again slipped into a stupor.
 
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oh if were doing fanfic i call the one about where they are all teenagers at a highschool. Ardion would be the undercover cop. Gardon would be the leader of the soccer team with Thanok as his evil second in command. Vail would be the sports captain of the tennis, volleyball and wrestingly teams. Adeale would be the nerdy girl being tempted by weed. Larine would be the artsy girl who moved here from another school. Amanai would be the leader of the local golden hearted punks and she's also secretly gardon's half sister.

Ps Oh and the team is the direwolves.
 
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Oh Genuine question that may be a bit out of left field for some of you are there any LGBT charcters in the story? and dont tell me sasogran no one wants that asshole.
 
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Oh Genuine question that may be a bit out of left field for some of you are there any LGBT charcters in the story? and dont tell me sasogran no one wants that asshole.
Well, that's actually an interesting question. So far, here are my interpretations:
Rahandir might be gay. In life, he was so loyal to king of Rengar, so so loyal that he possibly refused to see king's possible betrayal. Maybe he was secretly besotted with a king and could've been also subtly jealous of his wife and extramarital lover Keera. It's something I gleamed from short story. And he was known to have no relationship. Killing king of Rengar was cold-blooded but understandable cuz our boi Rahandir was so heartbroken that he lost his ability to love in undeath. Though he caught king spending time with Keera, he also might have subconsciously wanted to dispose of the former elven queen. It might be far-fetching but still not impossible xD.
I duno why but i get ace (aromantic) vibe from Edoarus. He is just interested in justice and execution.
Aridon might love to present himself as 'male', but since he is Avatar of Death, he has almost equally mixed quantity of male and female essences. But he is slightly more feminine, albeit daring and scheming type of feminine with nothing demure and submissive about him. Don't forget he created Dark Elves: the ultra-feminist race, and its descendant forest Elves who also have matriarchy but lessened. And he is even accepted as both Goddess and Divine One in dark elven worship. So, it's not far-fetched to call him genderless/ both gendered.
Well, Sasrogarn... possible but so is Grofzag xD.
I think if Saphira was still alive and spend time with Gardon, she would probably end up the same as Larine and Salana even though she dislikes him. Elven women really have a thing for human men (Archetypically speaking it's like Cancer x Leo romance). But she is undead and possibly ace now.
Amari and Okri are possibly bi. dunoo hha. And i think Lisara is mostly heteroromantic (she was full in love with Ornasion before) but she was just too intimate with Aedale that i even wondered if all succubi are willing to charm both genders. Aedale is partially charmed but she be simping for Blen; one of the true otps. :ogre_hurrhurr:
And all other known characters are known to not fit into this spectrum but who knows... quite a fun speculate xD.
 
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Oh Genuine question that may be a bit out of left field for some of you are there any LGBT charcters in the story?
Well, I could tell you a tale about Le'rine, Larine's french cousin. She was bisexual. Le'rine was in a love triangle with Selana and Gordon, but knowledge of that story is sacred, only entrusted to the wisest scholars of the Order of the Flame, so I'm afraid I cannot say more...
 

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I hate to break any illusions that some of you may hold but:
The simple truth is that I don't exactly design characters "around" their sexuality. Or really
put that much throught into their sexuality at all unless it is something I consider important
for the plot - I guess this is something that makes it different from Game of Thrones if you
people still want to compare the two after all these years. :p
I am obviously not ignoring the topic when it comes to writing but I am also not putting too
much focus into it. I don't think that Arkain "needs" it and I am sure many of you will agree.

There are of course some characters whose sexuality is "defined", some you know, some you
think you know, some you don't.
I like to keep people guessing. :)
If you want to believe that Saphira, despite absolutely, totally loathing Gardon would be with him
if she was still alive - go ahead, but don't be disappointed if at some point I say that's completely
wrong and Saphira is actually aromantic. I am not saying that she is/was (I mean she kinda is NOW,
dead and all that - and no, no necrophilia in my project, no matter how many of you want to see
Krom find his true love - he already has found his true love, btw, it is his hunt), I am just saying
that you should not be too disappointed if your head canon turned out to be incorrect. :)

Well, I could tell you a tale about Le'rine, Larine's french cousin. She was bisexual. Le'rine was in a love triangle with Selana and Gordon, but knowledge of that story is sacred, only entrusted to the wisest scholars of the Order of the Flame, so I'm afraid I cannot say more...
Jesus Christ. XD
 
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I hate to break any illusions that some of you may hold but:
The simple truth is that I don't exactly design characters "around" their sexuality. Or really
put that much throught into their sexuality at all unless it is something I consider important
for the plot - I guess this is something that makes it different from Game of Thrones if you
people still want to compare the two after all these years. :p
I am obviously not ignoring the topic when it comes to writing but I am also not putting too
much focus into it. I don't think that Arkain "needs" it and I am sure many of you will agree.

There are of course some characters whose sexuality is "defined", some you know, some you
think you know, some you don't.
I like to keep people guessing. :)
If you want to believe that Saphira, despite absolutely, totally loathing Gardon would be with him
if she was still alive - go ahead, but don't be disappointed if at some point I say that's completely
wrong and Saphira is actually aromantic. I am not saying that she is/was (I mean she kinda is NOW,
dead and all that - and no, no necrophilia in my project, no matter how many of you want to see
Krom find his true love - he already has found his true love, btw, it is his hunt), I am just saying
that you should not be too disappointed if your head canon turned out to be incorrect. :)


Jesus Christ. XD

Good to know the question was inherently could there be LGBT characters in the story so im perfectly happy to hear that the answer is potentially.
Also the temptation to make that slice of life high school au fanfiction of Arkain is high now.

oh god forgive me for what im about to post. here it is Chapter 1 of the Education of Arakin

Amani looked in the mirror busily arranging her hair to the classic no effort style before reaching for her oh so fashionable mask. She mulled what would today hold probably sitting with and comforting Grella in Chemistry they had become fast friends after Amani and her Bff Orki beat up Grealla's ex boyfriend. “what an absolute tool” she thought “only a fool would let himself get addicted to shadow sticks”. Amani did cheer up a bit “right” she thought “Orki finally joined the Demonic-Equestrian club on her recommendation and she joined as my vice captain in the rugby team”. Amani stretched and lazily made her way out of the bathroom through her quiet apartment. Caught in a rare moment of reflection right she ran away from home what 3 years ago now? Her dad never accepted that she was a tomboy and wanted to play sports and compete\, she had no interest in being some stay at home wife who wasn't allowed to do anything but just pop out kids.

Thankfully she was taken in by Shades4Teens and had even been tutored by Councillor LB or Brian as no one dared to call him but her and one other. You see to qualify for Shades4Teens you had to be the best, the smartest and have run away from home, only herself and some punk human kid named Gordon or Gardon something like that were qualified. She sees him at the tutor lessons but they don't really talk much, Amani Stifles a laugh. It would be a competition between them if both didn't think they were leagues ahead of the other. She does admit Vail his Girlfriend who was captain of the Volleyball, Lacrosse and Survival teams was impressive though apparently rumors were that he cheated on her with the Medicine team captain Larine. Not that Amani cares she has bigger Fish to fry she pauses by her usual spot as she sees in the distance Vanessa Squealing around the corner in her bright yellow old as shit Cadillac, “hey sis need a ride” Vanessa called over nearly running her car onto the sidewalk. Amani nods and jumps in the passenger seat “hit it Ness”.
 
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Hey Shar! Now that people are writing fanfiction left and right, I decided to join the fun, and write a serious fanfiction. What do you think?


The Making of a Pawn


- Rise, soldier! – Called an echoing voice, from afar. – You still have many battles ahead of you.

- Who are you? – Asked the confused man, as he opened his eyes. He awoke, but from what? When did he fall asleep?

- Who “I” am is not the question. – A man stood before him, clearly a human, but he couldn’t make out his features. It was too dark to see anything.

- I’m Telarion Windseeker, ranger general of the second elven expedition force. I… I was sent here by the queen herself, to recover an artifact… a sceptre.

- Tell me, do you recall what happened? – Asked the strange person.

- I was sent here to retrieve the Sceptre of Healing… it was taken, by the orcs. I led my troops against that pack of brutes, that calls itself the “Deathbreeze Clan”.

- Interesting… what makes you speak with such hate, about the green skins who were here? – The stranger looked at him, expecting an answer. Feeling uneasy, Telarion looked away. Only then, did he notice, that the sun was at it’s peak, high in the sky. Yet, that man was dark, as if… a shadow surrounded him.

- They are proud to slay innocent women, but are afraid to face real men!

- Innocent women, you say? A curious choice of words… Did the Deathbreeze Clan wound you, in other ways than the flesh?

- T-that’s none of your business! – The elf tried to stand up, but his legs were too weak. He fell down.

- Do not mistake my intentions. I was merely curious why a talented general such as you led his soldiers into their certain deaths, even when the orcs obviously outnumbered you one to five.

- Yes… they have killed someone I cared about. A girl, named Saphira. I… loved her.

- Ah, yes… love. It is a curse unlike any… especially when the significant other doesn’t have such feelings. – Mused the dark figure, while Telarion attempted to stand up for the second time.

- Well, know I’ll never know. I never asked, if she felt the same way… - Even thinking about her, was too painful. Telarion had no idea, why he wasn’t a rotting corpse like the rest of his group. - I should be dead! I felt an orcs blade cut my stomach apart, yet know I stand before you, as if nothing happened. What have you done to me? – He asked, as he stood up.

- I have saved your life. Tell me, what would you if you were to leave this place? – Telarion examined the battlefield, only to find death and destruction. The orcs left no survivors. He shouldn’t be alive.

- Am I alive? – Telarion askes, but he dreaded the answer the strange human like creature would give him.

- What else would you be? I used my power to heal your wounds.

- So, you have saved me.

- That is correct.

- But, why? What are you? Are you some kind of shadow?

- In a manner of speaking… but that is not important. Let us return to my original question, if you were to leave this bloodstained battlefield, what would you do?

- I… - there was no need to think about it. – I would take revenge.

- Upon the orcs? – Asked the shadowy knight, his voice without the faintest sign of emotion.

- No. Not the orcs. Don’t get me wrong, I hate them, but they are… nothing but animals. It is their nature, to behave in such a way. I would kill the wretched queen, who sent her to her death. And for what?! A simple artifact!

- I assure you, that is no simple artifact, but your point still stands. She is the reason why that girl is dead.

- And she sent me and my forces after them, even though she knew what happened to the other group! She doesn’t care about me! She doesn’t care about Saphira! She cares only about herself!

- Your anger is justified, but you must realize, that you cannot accomplish anything on your own. In war, one must think about those that can help them achieve their goals, rather than the goal itself.

- And I suppose that’s you. But, why does a being like you, bother with a simple soldier like me? I can’t imagine what I could give you, that you yourself couldn’t get.

- No game of chess can be won without pawns, and I fear this will be a very long game. The only thing I can promise you, is that when this is over, you will get your wish fulfilled.

- Fine, I’ll be your pawn. If you want the queen dead-

- No. – The shadow interrupted him. – What I want you to do, is to do nothing. Go back to your queen, play the loyal subject, observe the actions of her, and her inner circle. You will regularly report to me, but only when, and where I see fit.

- So, you want me to spy on her?

- Yes, but I promise you, you won’t regret following my orders. Blind obedience is not foreign to you, you have mastered it before… Now go my pawn, there is still much to be done. – With that the shadow started to fade.

- Wait! I don’t even know your name!

- Call me... Brian. – With that, the dark figure disappeared, and the lonely archer was left alone, in the war-torn forest.
 
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Well, here is my version of fanfiction. What do you think, Shar?

The Mirrored Fate and Heart
Failed. Pathetic; her hubris let the most promising tool for Dark One's will slip away. Who knew she was strong enough to actually expel her being from her body after being tainted with former Master Assassin of Demon Legions for so long. The upstart girl actually studied the forbidden magic of exorcism in her short but valuable time in one of Bloodclaw's libraries. Even after consuming the Shard and Eye, she actually managed to expel the demoness.
Lisara, once a co-leader of Blooddrinker Legion; the ironic army of brutes who effectively clashed with her rather espionage-oriented mindset, was tricked by a master seductress, Ebira, of Souleater Legion. It took a long time when her underlings, trusted associates, and most loyal soldiers all began to label her as a traitor. Lisara made a grave mistake for opposing her and she paid dearly for that. Yet she knew... she knew her love will protect her; the brute Ornasion who charmed her heart by unshown cunning. Ornasion, intolerant towards all who assailed her lover, ripped apart many who openly tried to devalue her. One day, in one of the secret meetings held by Kersidar, he found himself slowly doubting Lisara. Yes, the leaders of Souleater managed to give solid evidence. Yet deep inside he still cherished her.
Months later, the decision was made. Lisara to be imprisoned on the exiled island with no harm done to her. The last pieces her feline orbs beheld in her homeland were accursed faces of Souleater demons, especially black-hearted Ebira, reluctant demons of her legion who didn't try to save her, and fierce, blackened, but still somewhat tender gaze of Ornasion.
"They tricked you, my love. Why are you doing nothing? What made your love doubt mine?"
He stood silent and uttered a moment after.
"Take her..." it was the last words she heard from one sincerely loved before her agonizing incarceration in rotten dungeons of centuries...
Duke Volarion Redfist was fallen. Aedale escaped to nowhere after forcibly making Lisara reveal the important info. Now Lisara was all alone and wandering. In barren lands of Redfist, the duststorm was her sole companion. She found her troops, luckily, after Krogar and the remaining regiment of Mogthar found her along with renegade demons who joined a cause of Largoth. Assembled, she headed towards the west to discuss the next parts of the plan and stop the girl who gotten only stronger. The visions of the past haunted and appeared in her horizon like fractured echoes of mirage. Her hate was boiling. She desired to invade her homeland and bring justice to those who wronged her. She remained patient for so long.
At the eve of duskfall, the stench of death and rot hung heavily in the lands. Hulking, demonic, elegaic yet... dead figures. Something familiar. It can't be... undead demons? Here? At the vanguard, the deadened form of statuesque dreadlord now appeared clear in plain sight. It was Ornasion.
"She gasped, despaired, if not openly, and... pitied." "Ornasion? He is slain? And now a pawn of Avatar of Death? Truly a folly." was her comment after encountering him in mountains near Purificator located. The battle of undead, Ironfist and their allies, Golden Guard, and Tribal Dominion was a hotspot. He had decided to claim her after he and his Kezzar nexus defeated Mogthar armies near the mountain. She escaped at once.
"Lisara..." his husky but hoarse voice said. She only observed. She recognized undead demons he brought with him; some who were her dire enemies, some who were her servants, and some who were nothing more than puppets for Ornasion. On his left, a very familiar dreadlord who was both his and her trusted right-hand, stood cold; Morganur. The elegant dreadlord he was known to be was now a cadaverous husk.
"Ornasion. Begone, your presence is unrequired and I declined your offer."
"This is your last chance, Lisara. Join us and let's lead Kezzar nexus as we did in life. If you reject it, then I will make you accept by force."
"Then you force my more subtle powers." just as she was about to teleport, Morganur threw a ball of black fire. Too late.
"There is no escape for you this time." Ornasion threatened.
"Protect me and slay these horrors." as Lisara commanded, her forces charged. Krogar, the brute general, was within a reach to cleave Ornasion, suddenly exploded in blood. Morganur's blood spell. The battle commenced and Lisara found her army torn to pieces. Only she and her maidens remained. Lisara attempted to charm Kezzar demons; to no avail.
"Pull back your forces, Morganur. She is my prize to win." As Ornasion stepped forward, the circle of fire engulfed the small lands between him and her. Lisara's maidens conjured all damaging spells which didn't scratch Ornasion at all. They were soon slain. Lisara conjured her mirror images and superior power of deception to trick Ornasion. Yet brute force did its job well. The duel happened for hours until Lisara was drained of strength. She eyed the hulking dreadlord slowly drawing his claws upon her. With one snap, her life was stolen away into oblivion. Yet the cold grip of life returned to her battered body. She now felt the embrace of eternal life; the intimacy with Avatar of Death's gift. By the time she rose, she uttered to a icy dreadlord:
"Now we can be together. Forever."
"Come. Aridon has ordered us to invade Gate of Hell. Let's claim our revenge on those Souleater dogs... my love."
Moments after, Ornasion ordered Morganur:
"Raise the traitors. They shall better serve as demonic nightmares of Kezzar nexus rather than defamed betrayers. Collect the corpses of red-skinned mongrels for Ejara nexus. I'm sure Harantel'kazor will find a good companionship in those barbarians. Or... perhaps Ardoz can assimilate their red skin?" The orders were clear, and newly risen Lisara, now cold and frigid-figured, reveled at the eve of contemplation;
She was defeated by the same dreadlord as in life and in death. She was betrayed only in life. In death, she now leads Demons as she did in life. Her heart remained the same as in life and in death. The Mirrored Fate and Heart was truly a fitting epithet for her story.
 
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The Shadow Dance
Marius watched the dancers he was in a state of absolute rapture the dancer's clad in flowing obsidian silken robes, they twisted and spiraled and twirled over the rough hewn freshly carved stage. "There must be some kind of magic at work" he thought in disbelief he could never have had imagined humans being so graceful or elegant as these dancers, their stark white porcelain masks gleaming like Ivory in the scarce torch light that illuminated the scene the only warmth as well outside on this cool autumn night. Marius sipped from his large tankard of smooth smoky ale a rare delight in Kerrel these days like all other imports from Zyanior, Marius cringed at the thought rembering the extreme danger he put himself in by coming here. "damn inquisition" he fumed silently to himself "there was nothing wrong with enjoying some quality entertainment and beverages from them especially since the inquisition has a strong hatred for any halls of 'entertainment' a hatred that manifested as heads on pikes if you're lucky the only real place for any joy these days was to sneak out to a small town near the border and wait till night arrives and with it the dancers". A Scream cut through his hazy trance of joy like a hot knife in his flesh "the Inqu" the yell was cut off by an arrow to the throat, Marius dropped to the ground crawling away towards the brush he dived underneath and watched the scene unfold in front of him.

Inquisition members marching through the seats cutting down the attendees where they sat or fled in desperation he looked to the stage but there was not sign of the dancer's when he saw the inquisitor pull out a pair plyers he closed his eyes and held his ears desperate to block out the screams. it was not till morning that he dared stagger out of the brush and observe the burned to the ground town his heart nearly burst of his chest when he heard a voice from behind him "are you okay good sir?" he turned the figure feminine wearing a dirt stained dress of obsidian cheap and gaudy in the morning light face pale eye brown and plain a face strangely unremarkable. "you're one of the dancer's you survived" he managed to stagger out in a desperate scratchy imitation of what his voice should sound like. she gave him a look he could not read "yes I was and you are good sir?". he felt strangely compelled to not lie to this figure, he chalked it up to the sleepless night he had in a state of absolute fear, "I am Marius Montfort tax collector and finical advisor to several nobles of Kerral." he put forth with all the false pride he could muster. Her face twisted in a bright almost show how predatory smile "oh my what a man" she said voice low and sweet. she turned to press towards him "hold me my lord im scared still" he obliged of course what a poor delicate thing like her went through was simple horrible. She leaned back "a token so that you never forget our meeting my lord a good luck charm it kept me safe but youll need it more than me i fear". she pressed into his hand a small metal ring twisted around a beautiful small onyx stone. he felt strangely soothed as held it as he turned to ask her about it she was already gone he decided to flee as well confused by this meeting and night but with the warm comforting weight of the ring in his pocket he felt strangely confident for the first time in his life.
 
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