A/N: The week leading up to Halloween was filled with some of the most horrifying experiences in my life... Midterms, endless horror movie marathon, being forced to watch Gray's Anatomy with a troupe of girls, going to Knott's Scary Farm with a bunch of squeamish girls... having my sis call me at midnight completely wasted and thinking I was her boyfriend.
Anyways... all that combined with a lot of RO and I got one of the nastiest dreams on the planet. Of course...this goes by real world physics, not RO physics, so people actually DIE and they can't really be resurrected by ygg leaves and stuff like that. I think I have like, the god item seal quests in here too, but like... very different (not like those quests were the epitome of fun and excitement).. It was a dream...so it didn't really care for RO physics...nor did it care for the population crap, and I don't feel like being a purist, since sometimes you really need to change things in games to make them work out in fics.
Anyways, just some notes... this is RO based. It is in the RO world, and they are based off of real RO players, characters, and guilds. However, ask no questions and I'll tell no lies. Aside from the fact that no, I'm not that familiar with the Nordic Calender, it's just there to look cool. So screw you japanophiles, there's one effing town in that game that's based off of Japan. DON'T GO MAKING THE WHOLE OF RUNE MIDGARD SPEAK IN WAPANESE!
-cough- anyways, on with the show.
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Cursed Armageddon - Prologue
Fifteenth day of the month of Ýlir
1339 in the Year of Our Lord Volver
Two years have come and gone, swift as a fallen leaf on the current. As the sun sets over the western horizon, I sit here remembering those who have passed, whether they be the innocent, or those who protected the innocent, may their memory never be lost, nor their sacrifice be in vain. Since the sealing of the accursed ones by the Dragon Crusader of the Cross on this very same day two years past, not one soul still bound to a physical vessel do forget the sacrifices those who are not with us have made. For three long, bloody years prior, men, demon and envoys from Valhalla alike wore the blood of friends, family, and comrades as the accursed ones threatened to bring about an Eternal Dark Age, casting the land of Midgard into a realm of shadow.
It was on this day that one brave soul, made the ultimate sacrifice, allowing the Legendary Dragon Crusader to seal the accursed ones with an power that has no match in the land of the shadows. Even now, I can still feel that power running through this hallowed ground, protecting those at rest from the effigies of the cursed ones carved on the graves.
I pray with all my heart that the peace will endure the sands of time. Wars are inevitable, but rarely fought without benefit to the weak. A nation may invade another because the peasants residing in her are crowded and miserable. A man may steal so that his family could eat. However there is no foe more terrifying than one who's intentions are the purest of evil. There is no foe more deadly than one who has no form. There is no foe more dangerous than one who lacks a form and a soul. And there is nothing more destructive than three such foes banding together.
Mysteltainn, Tirfing, and Executioner. Envoys of pure evil. May you be all but forgotten in the Land of Midgard. Your power never released, your soulless evil never seen on Freya's green world. Cast to the abyss and sealed by the power of the Excalibur in a location and guarded by the powers of the ancient brothers Thanatos and Hypnos. The trials we've endured may at last reach an end. The traces of the unholy bloodshed finally washed from the white granite streets of Prontera, the grasses of Payon no longer red from the blood soaked soil in which they grow, and the Bay of Alberta once again crystal blue. The population is growing. New Orders of the Knights of Prontera are being built. New members are being inducted into the Holy Order of Crusaders. New pastors are ordained as priests by the Pronteran Church and so on and so forth. The world is being rebuilt and without mishap, and for that I thank our mighty lord.
May our future be brighter than our past.
Chapter XXIV
The Memoirs of Rev Lord Fate Averruncus
Crusader of Light of the Church of Prontera
Envoy of Valhalla
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It's an odd concept...the prologue just a reminiscence... but it gives you an idea. I don't play RO religiously enough to know the true story behind the three cursed swords. I don't play RO enough to do a lot of the things the people do in here...so it may not be accurate. Hopefully, you'll enjoy reading it. I know, I'll have fun writing it.
By the way... that little part at the end. Eh... hopefully it'll be self explanatory. If you really don't get it, PM me or something and I'll try to explain it. But basically the four main characters all have memoirs. And the story draws from them. Culminating in twenty four different chapters.