Disclaimer: I do not own Ragnarok Online, the NPCs, or the monsters. I only own my characters. Other people own their own characters.
Author's notes: This fanfic is based of RORevolution, starting back when they still had Warpra. This is my first attempt at a fanfic that wasn't just a small thing for a class. Please R&R.
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The man stands, blood running down his face, sword and shield in his hands, his armor no longer shining as it once did. Before him stands a horde of the wretched undead. "I... I will destroy you all..." The Crusader charges into the middle, building his strength for his final attack. "Heaven, lend me power... GRAND CROSS!" He holds up his sword, holy energy infused inside. The sword is then stabbed into the ground, sending the power out, creating a large cross of light around him, decimating the undead, but he is at the center of the attack, and although he is holy, he still takes a deal of damage. He slowly stood, whistling for his trusty bird as he used the sword as a cane. He picked up a few items that had been dropped: A Zombie Card, a Skeleton Card, and a ring. Feht Nakimo, the sword loving Crusader, bit back a swear at the ring. He hated how some magic hid what it was till it was appraised. The man sighed and mounted, starting the trek out of the caves back to the town of Payon.
The city of Prontera, the middle of the Kingdom of Midgard was bustling with some activity. Many adventurers were now out fighting the growing hordes of monsters, but a lithe character watched a few talk by the center fountain as he looked at the Merchant shops. His black wrappings were bound tight, his weapons bound to his arms. Raga Misato shook his head at the prices he couldn't afford and just disappeared from plain sight. He was an assassin, his cloaking good enough that he could stand infront of a person and they wouldn't see a thing. His hands gripped his +8 Triple Critical Jurs tight as he moved, still invisible. The War of Emperium was going to start soon and none of his guild had contacted him. As the guild leader of the Yuri-gakure, Yuri Ninjas, he was wanted a guild castle, but he didn't have the ability to grab and hold one through the War time by himself. The elf had also not heard anything from his ally, the Yaoi-Gakure. This in turn made him think of his ally's leader, Aki Kurosawa. His eye twitched slightly, as she had a thing for embarrassing him. He was so much older than her and yet she seemed to fly by the rank of Assassin to the Assassin Cross. He banished her from his mind as he walked towards Prontera's Warpra. There was one in each town and some in the feild. These people could war you anywhere you requested, though some dungeon levels required a fee. He sighed and warped to Al De Baran, hoping it would be mostly ignored in the WoE so he might be able to take one.
Mageric Konima, a mid ranking Wizard who thought a little more of himself than he should, walked through the grass of Payon. He needed a rest after killing a bunch of Greatest Generals and Elder Willows. The greying man hmphed at his spoils: some Trunks, a few Red Bloods, and some sticky mucus. He was hoping to get another Elder Willow card, incase he got another slotted item for his head so he could take off the rediculus bow. Whatever the against for fashion the bow was, it at least helped him think better due to the infused card. Same with the Flu Mask he wore over his mouth and nose. He started to sit at a raised platform when he had the feeling of impending doom. He just moaned an Oh no as a Peco Peco went by, carrying the not all that bright Crusader we met earlier. "Just what I didn't need."
He smiled as he layed his wares out on the piece of leather he had put on the sidewalk. This cheerful Blacksmith just smiled and waited for people to stop by. Meir Oran had nice muscle tone, but enough luck to put the Devil to shame. He could go kill a Poring and find out it had been looting from items adventurer's didn't pick up for awhile, thus getting a nice armload of junk to sell to the shop, with a Overcharge of course, making him a nice bit of money. The man did that only when he had to to buy supplies, but he preferred to sell his own stuff. His current shop had a Fire Katana, a Ice Katana, a Wind Spear, and a Two-handed sword by his hand, as well as a couple Willow cards. He noticed the Assassin warp but just shrugged it off as the first adventurers stopped by.
An explosion in the woods, followed by the whistling of arrows. "Heh. Too easy." A Hunter looked at the dead bear, his falcon on his shoulder. "I should probably take care of a few of those Sohee's that appeared by the sea, I mean I am that good." Arthur "Art" Illery, though he prefered to just be called Art. Yea he knew people made fun of it cause his name was then Artillery, but he mostly ignored them. He boasted alot and was very smart alec like, but no one questioned his actual skill. He was a good hunter, making use of traps and bow, even his trained falcon. He was a jerk to alot of people, especially male Novices that did stupid stuff like attack those bears, or as one was called, a Bigfoot. He took his spoils of some honey and skin from it's foot then went on, laughing to himself about how he would 'put those poor Sohee to rest'.
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Raganui: "Right, that's all for the first chapter, yes I know it's short but like I said, this is my first true FanFic."
Raga: Appears with Jurs at the author's throat. "If you mention anything like her embarrassing me again I will kill you."
Raganui: Gulps "Eheh... ok... no more of that... just tell them."
Raga: "Fine... Read and Review... I may be watching."