The City of Heaven A pub. A place that was usually filled with hearty laughter and clamorous noises had been silent for the last few days all because of a single man, Volk. He had a scarily massive body, but what was scarier was his face. Considering that someone whose countenance could make an Orc’s [...]
The Fated Profession As was his routine, Rodriguez was taking an afternoon walk. He enjoyed checking on his neighbors and deepening their misery. "How are you, Hans?" "Fine, Counselor." "What is the best fruit today?" "This one. Please have some. Fresh strawberry, sire." "Thank you." Rodriguez’s steps were light. For one thing, he wasn’t pestering [...]
Maestro of Battles The Lair of Litvart was at the entrance of Grave Mountains, a three hours trip on horseback from the Citadel. The colt Weed was riding on occasionally diverted off course, and even chewed on grass leisurely. He had to cajole it to stay on course. In front of the lair, a soldier [...]
Over a Barbecue Rodriguez was afflicted by a serious disturbance. Gripe It was the sixth day. Weed was still sitting down right across from the manor. Rodriguez in his seclusion had been aware of the presence of the intruder from the first day. Rodriquez bet that Weed was busy selling his statues to customers. 'I [...]
The Girl Who Lost Words “Damn... it's day again." Early in the morning, Lee Hyun was already deflated. The South Korean Parliament, more prudent than His Prudence, had passed an unwanted bill nicknamed Leave No One Behind, which was devised to weed out social outcasts and misfits. The whole stupidity was founded on a theory [...]
Dreadful Weed The civilization of the Versailles Continent dawned approximately one million and eight thousand years ago. Back then, Humans, Elves, Dwarves and Orcs lived together. Dwarf women with deft hands served as midwives to baby Orcs. Orcs in infancy were christened by elven women, and human women bathed them clean in water. The four [...]
The Instructor’s Request Weed first walked to the fountain and filled his canteen with water, and then he headed for the sculpture shop. It was Weed’s first trip down the street, and it was crammed with users and NPCs. “We need a cleric at level 17 or above” “Hey, guy! We’re going to raid on [...]