The Lion War
By Shadow the Hanyou
NOTES: Well, I was bored and decided to do something. Now, let's dedicate some sh- er, stuff.
Royal Swordsman: For helping to inpire me write this.
Arie: For being a friend.
Azu: For inspiring me to post my stories in the first place.
Philomel: For listening to my rantings of Final Fantasy Tactics, Tactics Ogre, and other games.
Ca: For actually caring enough to write back. (Assumption)
Triad Orion and Midnight C: For giving Royal a reason to complain. That started off some 'intresting' convos.
Squaresoft: For creating an awesome game series.
Camelot: For creating an awesome game series. but they still suck at translations. So does Square.
Konami: For creating two awesome game series. (No, Metal Gear doesn't appear here, but it's still awesome.)
Coca-Cola: For giving me the caffinated stregnth to finish this and other stories.
Just from dedications, this will be a long story. But this will be the introduction. JimJim, cut the lights!
JimJim the monkey: *Cuts the lights*
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"We only hurt those we love. Considering this, genocide is the equivilant of proposing."
-Myself
"What did you earn, Ramza? And I..."
-Delita Hyral
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Weyward is in troubled times. Alchemy is unheard of. Now people rely on the powers of their own hearts to create magic. What happened to alchemy, you ask? It was destroyed by a man named Isaac Sol and his companions. They lit the lighthouse, and the owrld as we knew it was destroyed. St. Asura then came to this land and blessed it, restoring the natural order of the world. There was a period of enlightenment in the world, but with the beacons destroyed, it all ended. This is what the church tells the people. They are all sheep and believe them. Only a select few know the truth. They are long gone, into hiding. As I publish this tale, the world will know thr truth, and as the church collapses, they will label me a heretic. They will excute me, but this divine 'truth' they've shielded the world with...It will be gone. Weyward is much bigger. in fact, there is no longer an end of the world. It has truly become spherical. It is united...or so the church makes them believe.
As you read the account, note that if you look closely, you may notice something different about some of the people. I am referring to the one's named Royal Swordsman, and Shadow Ruglias. You will discover their secrets, along with others. This is the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. If you do not want to know the truth and believe in your religion of lies, so be it. Close this book, and return it to Orbonne, or burn it.
If you want to know what REALLY happened to this small army, then I suggest you proceed carefully, do not immediately leave the church, but read, so you know why. Blind faith has never rewarded anyone, so hide this book. When you are done, pass it on to another, so their lives are enriched as well. Heed thy call, still thy toungue, and bathe in the truth, which will never again be hidden.
~Allison 'MysticDragon' Gaia.
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Royal Swordsman stood in the rain, letting the rain slide down his sharp features. He took out his flask, and tipped it back, letting some of his Yggidrasil Coffee slide down his throat. He put a small amount of whisky in it for flavor. He still hated his home land. He then kicked a rock against a wall in frustration.
"I'm not going back there ever again. I don't want to go back. I don't want to think of it. I don't want to remember."
He tipped back his flash again, and quietly walked to the castle in somber reflection. It was a living. He hated living from job to job, but he had to. He then pulled his hood tightly over his head. He then got sick of the rain and got out his ocarina and played a tune, then walked. 5 minutes later, the clouds receded. Royal smirked at his own work, then walked to the castle. He would have two companions: A Mr. Worth, a Mr. Daniels, and a Mr. Herras. He had heard quite a bit about Drake Herras, the infamous Dark Knight mercenary, but nothing of the other two. He didn't even get the first name of Worth. His other partner, Bo Daniels, had on and off jobs at various places. He was a well trained person, though. He had mastered the arts of Priest, Calculator, Samurai, Ninja, Chemist, Squire, Archer, Thief, and Mediator. But he was selling himself short as an ordinary Squire. Puzzled, he walked through the castle gates, up the staircase, and entered on the princess praying.
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The princess had her head bowed down. "May our lives be protected by the divne graces of Dullahan. Amen."
A woman, clad in armor, stepped next to a priest and said, "Lavitz, please tell Ashley it's time to go."
Ashley, overhearing, quickly spoke. "I'm done. And Azu, you may speak directly to me. Lavitz, where are my escorts?"
Lavitz then pointed, annoyed at being treated like this. "They're over there. You have 4. The 4th, a mister Royal, is late."
RS then shouted to get his attention. "I'm right here, ass. I don't appreciate being ignored just because your princess is a brat." He then flipped off Lavitz for emphasis.
Lavitz sat there open mouthed. He then looked at the brash man, who was now resting against a wall. "How did you-"
Royal was now in his face. "Move that fast? It comes with training, my dear old man." Lavitz blinked, and Royal was now back leaning against the wall, his black-gloved hands crossed against his chest. His eyes shifted to the guy next to Bo. 'That must be Mr.Worth,' he thought. Before he could talk to him, Drake came up.
"I like your attitude, son. I'm Herras. I suppose I don't need an introduction, though."
"Hmph. I feel that those with bigger egos than skills need not talk to me," Royal replied, taking out his two-handed blade.
A knight walked in, covered in blood. She then collapsed. She had an arrow sticking out of her back with a Junae flag attached to it.
Bo examined her and took a pulse. "Dead."
Worth then walked up to the body, and took off his cloak. "Gee, what tipped you off? The blood or the arrow?"
Royal's eyes went wide. "Shadow?"
Shadow then turned around and his eyes lit up. "Royal? Ah! How long has it been? 2 years? How have you been since your escape?"
"I don't want to talk about it."
Azu then walked over to the two reunited friends. "We can have a reunion later. We have a job to do.We have to kill those knights before they steal the princess. Let's move!"
Herras walked out, pouting like a pechelant child. "There's no money in that!"
Bo then gave her a curious look. "So we're going to leave the princes alone with a priest. Who has no expierience whatsoever in defense. With the princess. Whom is heir to the throne. And somebody could capture her."
Azu then glared at him. "Actually, we hate the princess. We're looking for an excuse to kill her."
Shadow then grinned. "Sweet."
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The only knight on the other side of the field looked like he had been beaten with an ugly stick, thrown down an ugly tree, hit all the branches on the way down, then had tripped over an ugly rock, and then fell into a spring of ugly. Yes, he was that ugly. Or so the records say...
Drake looked disgusted. Royal made a face. Bo got shot by a preemptive arrow by an archer. Shadow shielded his eyes. Azu was about to gouge her eyes out with a rusty dull spoon.
The knight told the archers to keep firing, then grinned at the opposing team of 4. "You will all perish. 'Tis the wish of Vaughn. Now, if you stand still this barrage of arrows won't hurt nearly as mu-" He was cut off by Royal's throwing axe digging into his chest. The archers stopped firing because either Shadow had incinerated that patch of ground, archer and all, or Azu had used a lightning stab and fried him. The chemist tried to run. Herras threw his blade at him. The chemist, now missing an arm and a leg, fell over and bled to death.
"Great. Now I have to clean that blade again..." said Herras grumpily. Royal looked over at the tower. He shouted, "The princess is being captured! Too bad it's not in my contact to save her." He then left, as there was no more princess to protect.
Azu then shouted at him. "Hey! Come back here, you asshole! Hey! We have to make it look like we TRIED to get her back! Hey!" She then turned to Shadow, an annoyed look crossed her features. "What's up with your friend?"
Herras then tried pointing out the Dragoon going off with the princess, but then remembered that nobody reallt gave a damn.
The Dragoon grinned. 'My, this was easy. Now I can kill her and collect the cash.' She then kicked her Behemoth in the side, and it rode off, with the princess on it's back. She then shouted to Azu. "Don't blame me. Blame yourself, or god. Or maybe that priest. Yeah. Definitely the priest."
She then rode off. Azu then looked at Shadow. "Tell me everything. How you came to know Royal, and why he's the way he is!"
"It started 2 years ago. Get a snack and alchoholic beverage. It's a long story."
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And that's where we end the record of The Lion War today. Support your troops by reviewing! Otherwise, I might not be MOTIVATED to write.
By Shadow the Hanyou
NOTES: Well, I was bored and decided to do something. Now, let's dedicate some sh- er, stuff.
Royal Swordsman: For helping to inpire me write this.
Arie: For being a friend.
Azu: For inspiring me to post my stories in the first place.
Philomel: For listening to my rantings of Final Fantasy Tactics, Tactics Ogre, and other games.
Ca: For actually caring enough to write back. (Assumption)
Triad Orion and Midnight C: For giving Royal a reason to complain. That started off some 'intresting' convos.
Squaresoft: For creating an awesome game series.
Camelot: For creating an awesome game series. but they still suck at translations. So does Square.
Konami: For creating two awesome game series. (No, Metal Gear doesn't appear here, but it's still awesome.)
Coca-Cola: For giving me the caffinated stregnth to finish this and other stories.
Just from dedications, this will be a long story. But this will be the introduction. JimJim, cut the lights!
JimJim the monkey: *Cuts the lights*
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"We only hurt those we love. Considering this, genocide is the equivilant of proposing."
-Myself
"What did you earn, Ramza? And I..."
-Delita Hyral
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Weyward is in troubled times. Alchemy is unheard of. Now people rely on the powers of their own hearts to create magic. What happened to alchemy, you ask? It was destroyed by a man named Isaac Sol and his companions. They lit the lighthouse, and the owrld as we knew it was destroyed. St. Asura then came to this land and blessed it, restoring the natural order of the world. There was a period of enlightenment in the world, but with the beacons destroyed, it all ended. This is what the church tells the people. They are all sheep and believe them. Only a select few know the truth. They are long gone, into hiding. As I publish this tale, the world will know thr truth, and as the church collapses, they will label me a heretic. They will excute me, but this divine 'truth' they've shielded the world with...It will be gone. Weyward is much bigger. in fact, there is no longer an end of the world. It has truly become spherical. It is united...or so the church makes them believe.
As you read the account, note that if you look closely, you may notice something different about some of the people. I am referring to the one's named Royal Swordsman, and Shadow Ruglias. You will discover their secrets, along with others. This is the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. If you do not want to know the truth and believe in your religion of lies, so be it. Close this book, and return it to Orbonne, or burn it.
If you want to know what REALLY happened to this small army, then I suggest you proceed carefully, do not immediately leave the church, but read, so you know why. Blind faith has never rewarded anyone, so hide this book. When you are done, pass it on to another, so their lives are enriched as well. Heed thy call, still thy toungue, and bathe in the truth, which will never again be hidden.
~Allison 'MysticDragon' Gaia.
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Royal Swordsman stood in the rain, letting the rain slide down his sharp features. He took out his flask, and tipped it back, letting some of his Yggidrasil Coffee slide down his throat. He put a small amount of whisky in it for flavor. He still hated his home land. He then kicked a rock against a wall in frustration.
"I'm not going back there ever again. I don't want to go back. I don't want to think of it. I don't want to remember."
He tipped back his flash again, and quietly walked to the castle in somber reflection. It was a living. He hated living from job to job, but he had to. He then pulled his hood tightly over his head. He then got sick of the rain and got out his ocarina and played a tune, then walked. 5 minutes later, the clouds receded. Royal smirked at his own work, then walked to the castle. He would have two companions: A Mr. Worth, a Mr. Daniels, and a Mr. Herras. He had heard quite a bit about Drake Herras, the infamous Dark Knight mercenary, but nothing of the other two. He didn't even get the first name of Worth. His other partner, Bo Daniels, had on and off jobs at various places. He was a well trained person, though. He had mastered the arts of Priest, Calculator, Samurai, Ninja, Chemist, Squire, Archer, Thief, and Mediator. But he was selling himself short as an ordinary Squire. Puzzled, he walked through the castle gates, up the staircase, and entered on the princess praying.
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The princess had her head bowed down. "May our lives be protected by the divne graces of Dullahan. Amen."
A woman, clad in armor, stepped next to a priest and said, "Lavitz, please tell Ashley it's time to go."
Ashley, overhearing, quickly spoke. "I'm done. And Azu, you may speak directly to me. Lavitz, where are my escorts?"
Lavitz then pointed, annoyed at being treated like this. "They're over there. You have 4. The 4th, a mister Royal, is late."
RS then shouted to get his attention. "I'm right here, ass. I don't appreciate being ignored just because your princess is a brat." He then flipped off Lavitz for emphasis.
Lavitz sat there open mouthed. He then looked at the brash man, who was now resting against a wall. "How did you-"
Royal was now in his face. "Move that fast? It comes with training, my dear old man." Lavitz blinked, and Royal was now back leaning against the wall, his black-gloved hands crossed against his chest. His eyes shifted to the guy next to Bo. 'That must be Mr.Worth,' he thought. Before he could talk to him, Drake came up.
"I like your attitude, son. I'm Herras. I suppose I don't need an introduction, though."
"Hmph. I feel that those with bigger egos than skills need not talk to me," Royal replied, taking out his two-handed blade.
A knight walked in, covered in blood. She then collapsed. She had an arrow sticking out of her back with a Junae flag attached to it.
Bo examined her and took a pulse. "Dead."
Worth then walked up to the body, and took off his cloak. "Gee, what tipped you off? The blood or the arrow?"
Royal's eyes went wide. "Shadow?"
Shadow then turned around and his eyes lit up. "Royal? Ah! How long has it been? 2 years? How have you been since your escape?"
"I don't want to talk about it."
Azu then walked over to the two reunited friends. "We can have a reunion later. We have a job to do.We have to kill those knights before they steal the princess. Let's move!"
Herras walked out, pouting like a pechelant child. "There's no money in that!"
Bo then gave her a curious look. "So we're going to leave the princes alone with a priest. Who has no expierience whatsoever in defense. With the princess. Whom is heir to the throne. And somebody could capture her."
Azu then glared at him. "Actually, we hate the princess. We're looking for an excuse to kill her."
Shadow then grinned. "Sweet."
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The only knight on the other side of the field looked like he had been beaten with an ugly stick, thrown down an ugly tree, hit all the branches on the way down, then had tripped over an ugly rock, and then fell into a spring of ugly. Yes, he was that ugly. Or so the records say...
Drake looked disgusted. Royal made a face. Bo got shot by a preemptive arrow by an archer. Shadow shielded his eyes. Azu was about to gouge her eyes out with a rusty dull spoon.
The knight told the archers to keep firing, then grinned at the opposing team of 4. "You will all perish. 'Tis the wish of Vaughn. Now, if you stand still this barrage of arrows won't hurt nearly as mu-" He was cut off by Royal's throwing axe digging into his chest. The archers stopped firing because either Shadow had incinerated that patch of ground, archer and all, or Azu had used a lightning stab and fried him. The chemist tried to run. Herras threw his blade at him. The chemist, now missing an arm and a leg, fell over and bled to death.
"Great. Now I have to clean that blade again..." said Herras grumpily. Royal looked over at the tower. He shouted, "The princess is being captured! Too bad it's not in my contact to save her." He then left, as there was no more princess to protect.
Azu then shouted at him. "Hey! Come back here, you asshole! Hey! We have to make it look like we TRIED to get her back! Hey!" She then turned to Shadow, an annoyed look crossed her features. "What's up with your friend?"
Herras then tried pointing out the Dragoon going off with the princess, but then remembered that nobody reallt gave a damn.
The Dragoon grinned. 'My, this was easy. Now I can kill her and collect the cash.' She then kicked her Behemoth in the side, and it rode off, with the princess on it's back. She then shouted to Azu. "Don't blame me. Blame yourself, or god. Or maybe that priest. Yeah. Definitely the priest."
She then rode off. Azu then looked at Shadow. "Tell me everything. How you came to know Royal, and why he's the way he is!"
"It started 2 years ago. Get a snack and alchoholic beverage. It's a long story."
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And that's where we end the record of The Lion War today. Support your troops by reviewing! Otherwise, I might not be MOTIVATED to write.