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June 5, 1266 CE, Praven, Late at night I couldn’t sleep that night. It was maybe the things that could happen the next day? We could end up in jail, locked up in chains… Or we could be dead. Or it was Catelyn? Man, Fendrel was right… A woman like this… The perfect match. The worst part was that in either of these cases, there was nothing I could do. Since sleep couldn’t get me, I decided to take a walk. I took my cloak and a small dagger just in case. I stepped outside. A cold booze made me chill a little. A started walking. There were no stars in the sky and the moon was nowhere to be found. “There were no clouds today…” I thought to myself. “Why can’t I see the stars?” Suddenly, by the end of the road, I saw a figure kneeling beside the road examining something. I came closer. “Who are you?” I shouted, when I came close enough. The man seemed that he could not hear me. But then, he stood and looked at me with a face that I was sure not going to forget. His eyes were from...

Chapter VII Sons of Sparta Tyre would never be the same city as it once was. The destruction made by the Macedonians, was about to live an everlasting scar. But the city, stubbornly, was trying to get back her life. The people started their agriculture business, planting corps. Trade ships started to come again at the city’s harbor. The burned houses were reconstructed. Day by day, the city was healing her wounds. But it would never be the same. The two Spartan brothers, Thalestres and Anthea, arrived at the city fifteen days since they embarked from Attica. The journey was good, nothing unpredictable happened. The ship would continue to Egypt. Achilles and Nikolaos were about to sail there, to Siwa, to the Great Oracle. In order to stop Alexander from unleashing hell on earth, they had to take the most valuable and most powerful items he owned. The Divine Trinity. Anthea and Thalestres left to reach the army of Alexander two days after their arrival at the city of Tyre. D...

Hello fellow readers! We've been quite absent for the last couple of months, due to personal liabilities, but we return with more content and new stories. In more detail: - The Argive series are coming back, with the stories of our heroes in their quest to stop Hades and his puppet Alexander, drom releasing the Titans and destroy the world as it was known. The next chapter is called "Sons of Sparta", telling the adventures of Aristides and Dienekes. We hope that in the next two weeks you will have the next chapter of this epic journey. - The writer of Zepar, the Child of Ragnarok and the writer of Mount and Blade, are preparing their next chapters of their stories. They are expected to arrive in June and during the first two weeks of July. - The author of "The Second Chance" is writting a new story, called "A Lie I Did Not Want To Believe", about a man seeking revenge, in a metaphysic and monstrous world. We hope you find our stories interesting...

Location: London, somewhere in the countryside I still remember the day everything happened. The day I lost everything. The love of my life, who I was, everything that I ever wanted. I lost myself. It was a very hard period of my life. Something I would never want to feel again. The emptiness in me the dread I was feeling when I was thinking about her. I still remember the day everything started. We were on a carriage going to my wife’s parents. They were living somewhere outside of London in a big manor. The route there was something else. You couldn’t say it was beautiful. All you could say is that it was creepy. We started from London and then we took a weird road out of it and started going towards the countryside. My wife was sitting next to me. Her name was Catherine. She had a slim silhouette and her hair was red. She had her legs crossed and she was reading her book. A book about a couple I think it was. She had read this book hundreds of times. She was beautiful. What I...

Here are two maps from the game Mount and Blade: Warband to help you understand the land of Calradia, as you read the story Mount and Blade: Rise of War. For those familiar with the game, you already know the paths and roads of Calradia. So, let's ride to our destiny! Have fun! 1. A map which shows the six realms of Calradia, with their great cities. 2. This is a more detailed map, with all the locations, cities and villages of the land of Calradia

“Lock the door as you come in. The key is already on the door”. Doing that, Boros walked and sat down on a seat around the table. “Welcome Epsilon or would you rather to be called ‘Boros’?” said one woman from the people who were already in their seats. “Since it’s just us, ‘Epsilon’ should be fine…” he replied, “So, what is the meaning of this meeting Alpha?” he asked the person who was seating in the head of the table. “Don’t ask questions you already know the answers of.” Replied the person who was known as Alpha. He had a very deep voice with an extremely serious tone. “It’s about that boy, you so call ‘son’!” said a woman with a hood covering her head. “Yeah, I figured Zeta” replied Boros/ Epsilon to the woman named Zeta, who was the one who informed him about this meeting some days ago. “Before Archangel Michael comes we have to prepare our overall report about this matter. Since Beta is not here, I need this report from you Epsilon.” Said the man called Alpha wh...

Chapter IV With friends like these June 4, 1266 CE, In the forest outside of Praven, Before Dawn After we burned the bandit lair to the ground, we made camp, about three miles from the city of Praven. With the first light we would enter the city. We had about three hours for sleep. We were all exhausted. But I preferred to lose my sleep, so the others may rest. Someone had to keep watch after all. I sat next to the fire, staring at the flames dancing around. “Damn” I thought to myself. “How did this all happen? Two days ago I was just in a bloody ship, heading towards whenever the fate would send me. And suddenly, I am the leader of a warband... What is destined for me?” I questioned myself. As a person, I learned only to trust in myself, not to any gods or any superstitious beliefs. As a friend of mine used to say, all gods are vicious cunts. The only thing I believed it existed was fate. That everybody in this world has a role to play. “May I sit here with you?” I ...