Hear ye, hear ye! King Tristan III himself has sent a call for adventurers! A mighty crusader has fallen to the path of darkness and must be exterminated! Reward of one hundred million Zeny is offered!

Great, thought Necrontyr as he flitted from shadow to shadow in the great city of Prontera, the whole kingdom is against me now. Mjolnir strapped to his back, a hood and robes covering his unearthly white skin, a random pedestrian would never think this strange man was a vampire. It was night, but he still did not want to be seen, as a “random pedestrian” could be a paladin or a priest in disguise. He did not wish to meet either. read more

Waiting…

Waiting in the cold prison cell. Necrontyr lay on the hard stone floor in a semi-coma, literally starving to death. But now being a vampire, he would not die; he would simply fall asleep, but would not wake up. Still, he waited.

As the time passed, the effects of the unholy poison took their toll on his body. His canines slowly elongated and tapered to sharp points, as venom glands grew near his tonsils. He stared into the bucket of dirty water, wistfully noticing his red eyes. His skin paled from a healthy pink to an unearthly white. He screamed, then collapsed. read more

Enjoy ^_^

Collapsing from sheer exhaustion after hopping on one leg for a few minutes, Maldran lay back-down on the soft grass in a semi-coma. The Power Elixir made a small whooshing sound as it flew through the air at Maldran. His fatigue was enough that he barely registered it until it was too late.

The vial of elixir shattered on Maldran’s broken leg. He screamed in pain and passed out as splinters of glass pierced his leg. read more

Yah.

(None of them are REAL religions.)

(blank space.)

Finally got an idea -.-

(( Sorry about the lack of background, but it IS supposed to be pitch black right? ))

z.

A 3-panel comic, starring…

*insert dramatic music*

A Jr. Balrog.

XD

Maldran glanced around cautiously as the mushrooms stood silently. He adjusted his posture so that he appeared relaxed but could launch a volley of shurikens in a moment’s notice. The mushrooms continued to stand, motionless, waiting. Among them were Orange, Green, Blue, Horned, even a few Zombies. But still, they waited.

A Green mushroom charged forward. Maldran nearly threw an Avenger at it until he realized it was carrying bandages. It quickly stopped before ramming into him, then started working with his leg until it was in a temporary splint. “Thank you.” Maldran said, fumbling with his pockets. He found a few diamonds, shrugged and tossed them to the mushroom. The mushroom deftly caught them, smiling widely, then dashed off. read more

In Orbis, it was utter pandemonium. Soldiers, paramedics and engineers scrambled around as King Targon scrambled the paratroopers for battle.

Then everyone realized, Orbis wasn’t under attack.

They then noticed the pure energy leaking out of the Sky Stone.

Slowly, Orbis sank lower and lower.

Targon panicked as he watched the leaking energy. He then got an amazing idea. Targon dashed to the massive Sky Stone and… read more

One week ago, Maldran had graduated from the Victorian Academy. Today, he lived in a small shack in the woods near Henesys, in poverty until he remembered where he put his wallet. It was a normal day in Victoria Island. The sun was shining, the Chirppys were chirping, the mushrooms were screaming their death cries as Maplers plunged various swords int- read more