Episode – An Unexpected Reunion
The outskirts of the village lay under a shroud of mist.Rian's party followed a narrow trail through the silent woods, the fog muting every sound.
Even the sunlight filtering through the branches looked… wrong. Diffused. Blurred.
Serin:"Doesn't this place feel strange? Like the air's too thick to breathe."
Rian adjusted his grip on his greatsword, eyes locked forward.
Rian:"Stay alert. Something's coming."
■ Familiar Shadows
It began as silhouettes.
Three of them.
One with a long black cloak.One with a massive axe slung over his shoulder.One dragging a spear across the ground.
As they stepped closer, their faces emerged.
Rian:"…No way."
His breath caught.
Ellahar.
And beside him—Brakka and Caron.
Enemies they had once fought to the brink of death.
■ A Heavy Silence
They didn't smile.They didn't ready their weapons.
They simply looked at Rian—and something unreadable lingered in their eyes.
Ellahar spoke first.
Ellahar:"Rian.It's been a long time.I didn't think we'd meet again like this."
The voice wasn't sharp, not the challenge it once held.There was… an unfamiliar calm.
Rian didn't lower his guard.His greatsword lifted slightly, body coiled.
Rian:"Why are you here?Another fight?"
■ An Answer He Didn't Expect
Brakka gave a short, almost amused huff.
Brakka: *"A fight?Hah. Maybe someday.But not today.
Today… we're just here for a bit of adventure."*
His massive axe shifted on his shoulder, the faintest tilt of movement radiating raw danger.
Caron added, voice low.
Caron:"We're looking for strength.If you're still standing where you were…we'll cross blades again, sooner or later."
■ Dialogue on a Knife's Edge
Ivela quietly stepped up beside Rian.
Ivela:"Who are they?You look like you don't trust them one bit."
Rian: *"Not trust? No.These three—Ellahar, Brakka, Caron—we fought them before.
None of them are opponents you take lightly."*
Ellahar allowed a faint smile.
Ellahar: *"The past is the past.
We came here under contract, not to hunt you."*
His gaze flicked to Rian's sword.A silent warning: Don't relax.
■ Banter—Thin as Paper, Sharp as Steel
Brakka tapped the haft of his axe against his palm.
Brakka: *"Anytime you want to go another round, I'm ready.
Our last match felt… unfinished.
But right now?
I'm not in the mood."*
The tone was joking, but the tension behind it could have cut glass.
Caron chuckled softly.
Caron: *"Exactly.
We're always ready.
Strong opponents make for good days.
But today—we're just passing by."*
■ Crossing Paths
Rian exhaled, just once.
Rian:"Fine.No blood today.But someday—we'll fight again."
Ellahar dipped his head, just slightly.He brushed a finger across the hilt of his sword.
Ellahar:"And when that day comes—let's see who stands taller."
The three walked on, their footsteps fading into the mist.The whisper of cloaks. The creak of leather.
A promise of a future clash.
Rian lowered his greatsword—but his eyes stayed sharp.
Rian:"They aren't simple enemies.They're like us—walking the same path, searching for the same thing."
Ivela watched their retreating figures until they disappeared.
Ivela:"Next time we meet…we might not be able to just walk away."
It was a brief reunion,but it left a long, sharp promise hanging in the air.
***
Episode – Clash of Convictions
The message was grim: the Oath of Light's crusaders were moving to "convert" the Runeguard clan by force.
Rian's party hurried.
■ The Standoff
At the village gates, tension was thick enough to taste.
Runeguard warriors, followers of earth and the ancient runes, stood ready with war-clubs.
Their chieftain, Mordan, held a massive hammer across his shoulders.
Mordan: *"We do not follow your god!Our lives belong to the runes and the earth.
Do not force your 'faith' on us in the name of the divine!"*
Across from him, Valastal, a commander of the Oath, stood unmoving.
His silver armor gleamed, his crimson cloak snapped in the wind.
Valastal: *"There will be no peace while you resist the will of the Light.
Those who defy the divine will be purified.
Accept it—or be destroyed."*
Shields slammed together.
The crusaders advanced, silent and disciplined.
■ The Intervention
Rian gritted his teeth.
Rian: *"If we stand by, Runeguard will fall.
We're going in."*
Kairen:"Agreed. There's no walking away from this fight."
■ Chaos
The battle erupted.
Runeguard warriors brought the earth alive—clubs crashing, roots tearing through the soil.
But every strike crashed against the wall of shields.
Warrior A:"Even this won't break them—?!"
Valastal: *"The bond of Light holds.
Your primal tricks mean nothing."*
Rian's greatsword crashed into their line.
Ivela hurled spears of lightning, crackling arcs splitting the air.
Serin channeled healing waters, weaving through the chaos.
But the crusaders bled their wounds into each other, sharing the pain, keeping the wall unbroken.
Kairen: *"That bond—they're drawing strength from each other.
If this keeps up, they'll grind us down."*
■ A Radiant Arrival
The sky split.
Light poured down—not the cold light of the Oath, but something alive.
From it descended Avatarian.
At its heart stood Ellencia, robed in the armor of dawn.
Her staff slammed into the earth; nature's power surged like a storm.
Ellencia:"Those who force violence in the name of a god—leave this land!"
The crusaders faltered for just a moment.
But Valastal didn't flinch.
Valastal: *"You defy the will of Light.
You will be purified."*
■ Conviction Collides
The powers clashed.
Avatarian's magic split the shield wall.
Runeguard warriors shook the earth with hammer blows.
Rian's party pressed the assault.
Lightning. Steel. Roots.
The tide shifted.
Ellencia's spear of light lanced forward—
Valastal caught it on his shield, but the impact drove him to one knee.
The crusaders pulled back, moving with eerie discipline.
Valastal: *"This ends for now.
But remember—purification does not stop."*
The crusaders withdrew, the red of their cloaks vanishing beyond the treeline.
■ Aftermath
Mordan approached Rian.
Mordan: *"You saved us.
But they'll be back."*
Ellencia met Rian's eyes.
Ellencia: *"Your way isn't ours—but our goal is the same.
The Oath must be stopped.
Work with us."*
Rian took a long breath.
Rian: *"Then let's join forces.
We'll keep clashing with them—but this time, we won't do it alone."*
That night, smoke from campfires curled into the sky.
No one celebrated.
This wasn't an ending.
It was the beginning of something much heavier.
***
Episode – The Relic Clash
Beneath the shadow of a deep mountain range—lay forgotten ruins.
A shattered temple.
And whispers: "Something still lives there."
■ The Seekers
Ellahar, Brakka, Caron.
Not simple treasure hunters.
They weren't after gold.
They were after power.
■ At the Door
Caron knelt before the ancient stone gate, tracing faint runes.
Caron: *"This isn't just a door.
It's sealed. Old magic.
Brute force won't open it."*
Brakka hefted his axe, grinning.
Brakka:"Then we smash it."
Ellahar: shook his head.
Ellahar: *"If strength could break it, someone would have broken it centuries ago.
Caron—your turn."*
The runes glimmered under Caron's touch.
The gate groaned, then cracked open.
■ Inside
The air was cold.
Walls etched with fading glyphs.
Statues shattered, eyes like they were still watching.
Brakka:"Creepy."
Ellahar: *"Stay sharp.
This place will have guardians."*
They were right.
Stone golems.
Specters.
Warriors of old, still moving in broken armor.
■ First Wave
Brakka's axe sang, cutting a golem in half.
Stone exploded across the chamber.
Brakka:"Hah! Just a warm-up!"
Ellahar sliced through a specter, the blade's edge tearing mist from shadow.
Ellahar:"Too easy. Which means more are coming."
Caron dismantled the magical traps, his hands weaving counter-rites.
The three moved like they'd done this a thousand times.
■ The Relic
At last—they reached the heart.
A cracked altar.
On it—a necklace, glowing faintly.
Brakka reached for it.
Brakka:"This? Just a necklace?"
Ellahar: *"Don't be fooled.
This power is old. Hidden."*
Caron: *"This isn't jewelry.
Something's sealed in here."*
■ The Oath Arrives
The air split.
Silver armor. Red cloaks.
Crusaders.
Behind them—priests and dark magi.
Collins, a knight bearing the Eye sigil on his shield, stepped forward.
Collins: *"That relic is ours—by the will of the Light.
Hand it over."*
Ellahar smirked.
Ellahar: *"The will of the Light?
No.
We found it.
If you want it—take it."*
■ The Clash
Shields rose, a wall of steel.
Brakka charged.
His axe slammed into the shield wall, the echo rattling the ruin's walls.
But the wall didn't break.
Brakka:"Hiding behind shields won't save you forever!"
Ellahar slipped to the side, striking—but the priests' wards flared, blunting the attack.
Caron met the dark mage in a duel of curses and counter-rites.
Shadows and charms twisted the chamber's air.
■ Breaking Point
The fight held even—until Brakka's relentless strikes shattered a shield.
The wall faltered.
Brakka:"Ha! One down!"
Ellahar's sword slid through the opening, piercing armor.
Caron cut the warding magic—the priests faltered, their protection gone.
■ The End
Collins held his ground to the last.
But Brakka's axe smashed his shield to splinters.
Ellahar:"It's over."
The crusaders retreated, still disciplined—but empty-handed.
■ Aftermath
Ellahar stared at the relic again.
Ellahar: *"They wanted this badly.
There's more to it."*
Brakka grinned.
Brakka: *"Good.
That means stronger opponents will come."*
Caron nodded.
Caron:"And we enjoy that."
Their shadows left the ruin.
The necklace still glowed faintly.
A warning.
This wasn't the end—just the spark before the fire.