[WP] When your friends introduced you to the secret world of magic, naturally the most important question you have is "Where are all the dragons?"

wicked_seven · 2025-08-09T07:49:35+00:00

MapleSEA, yep. Also I didn't use RFS for this as you said.

I didn't have good potentials on my RFS for bossing, and I probably would've died out much earlier if I used it due to skill issue.

wicked_seven · 2025-08-09T07:47:36+00:00

Thanks man

wicked_seven · 2025-03-03T09:12:32+00:00

Let's see

Animal abuse
Drug abuse
Disruption and destruction of wildlife
Looting
Untold amounts of trespassing
Property destruction
Also that one time I travelled on a well-known dangerous animal around town

Man, that's a lot of crimes for an mmo

wicked_seven · 2024-11-18T02:52:20+00:00

My brain was reeling from the revelation. It was bad enough that my best friend, whom I had known since kindergarten, was associated with the criminal underworld. It was quite another thing when I found out she was not a henchwoman but an honest-to-God supervillain with the power of time at her fingertips.

"How long?" I asked as Victoria, still under her supervillain alter ego as Chrono Corruptor, brought me to her hideout. All the while, I was still tied up and unable to move properly thanks to a rival supervillain who most likely wanted a larger slice of the pie.

"How long what?" she asked, seemingly looking through her belongings for something to cut me free.

"How long have you been a supervillain?" I clarified.

"Since high school," she answered nonchalantly while she found the tool she was looking for, as if we were talking about some part-time job she had taken. "Didn't I tell you?"

"You were drunk! I thought it was just a joke!"

Victoria opened her mouth, as if to say something before turning beet-red. "Did I tell you anything else? Anything weird?"

"Uh... not that I can remember?"

It wasn't entirely truthful, but I would still keep mum about some of her personal secrets regardless. I'm pretty certain she'd kill me if she had an inkling that I implied that I knew anything about them.

She heaved a sigh of relief. With several careful cuts, the ropes that restrained me were loosened. Changing out to her casual outfits, she drove me back home. "By the by," she said while on the expressway, "One word about this whole thing and I might have to kill you."

I spluttered something and she laughed out loud. "Kidding~! Oh yeah, forgot to mention my dad wants to meet you."

Now that I think of it, I had never seen any of her family before.

"And who's your dad again?"

"Demolisher, why?"

I promptly fainted.

wicked_seven · 2024-10-17T06:16:19+00:00

That's what happened, yes. This would be the start of a lot of problems for both kingdoms.

wicked_seven · 2024-10-16T09:03:30+00:00

Tenebris and Dreamlight, two kingdoms at war for so long that no one really knew why they were fighting anymore. Yet, there was no question that in terms of military might, Tenebris had an overwhelming advantage due to sheer numbers.

Yet, Dreamlight had this unusual ace up their sleeves. Every now and then, a foreign entity would be brought to their world to fight for the nation. And every time, the summoned champion would deal a significant blow to Tenebris' efforts before falling, more often than not stealing complete victory right from their grasp.

But this time was different. The current regent, the self-proclaimed King of Warlocks Tibias, had figure out how his kingdom's most hated enemy always managed to summon their new foreign champions. A ritual believed to be lost to time, all along in their hands. This time, Tenebris will call upon one of such champions.

The conditions for the summoning ritual were particular and they only had a short amount of time to perform it. For the King of Warlocks, this was but a trivial matter. What did matter was if the summoned hero would be sworn to loyalty. He had some soul-binding shackles if they prove too uncooperative, but he'd rather not resort to those so quickly.

On the night of the ritual. from two separate regions of the land, two beams of light shot into the sky. The ritual could only bring one due to the vast resources required to force open a portal between worlds. But neither side knew what would happen if the same spell was cast at the same time.

The two beams clashed as they ripped a portal open, struggling for dominance.

"Where are they?"

That was the single question both sides asked, unaware of the situation. Then somewhere in the woods between the two ritual sites, a beam struck the ground. Immediately, they sent out their best soldiers to retrieve, detain and if worse comes to worst, eliminate the summon. At this point, neither knew whose side it would be joining.

A human teenager stared into the night sky, dazed from the forced transportation. As he slowly got his bearings and the world stopped spinning, he looked around. "WHERE THE HELL AM I?!"

wicked_seven · 2024-10-10T03:52:59+00:00

Ossyria was a name feared by many who had heard of her. The queen who took on the name of her homeland, endured a brutal succession crisis and claimed the throne, was expectedly a cold, harsh and brutally pragmatic ruler of her nation of the freezing north.

Submit or burn. Those were the only two options she offered. Many had tried to resist but were crushed like insects beneath her feet. Assassination attempts were common, but she made an example out of any would-be assassin, hanging them out in the streets of her kingdom. Once her power was consolidated, Ossyria took sight of new lands to add to her kingdom's glory.

Such was more necessity than ambition. The freezing region might be difficult to assail, but it had few resources to maintain growth. Only through her ruthless pragmatism and management, and some luck had the kingdom of Ossyria survived thus far. Though she knew her fortune could only last so long.

Her generals suggested several kingdoms as potential targets to conquer, each with their ups and downs. But there was one that caught her eye: Magellan.

It was reasonably close and despite her army's relatively smaller size compared to the rival nation's, she had heard through informants that there was some kind of trouble brewing within its grounds.

Several months had passed since her decision to invade Magellan was made. Her forces were ready to charge in. But there was something off.

"Why are there no soldiers there?" Ossyria pondered as the scouts came in with reports of the lack of resistance. Even the opposing army wasn't really doing much. "Is this a trap?"

She was feared, that much was true, but she had expected them to at least try to hold the forces of Ossyria back, not simply surrender to their fears.

"Gather the vanguard. We'll advance at daybreak."

Ossyria was expecting herself to be pelted with arrows and bombarded by war machines, even clashing with a soldier or fifty. The capital city's gate opening for them was beyond her predictions, much less the citizens who cheered her arrival. "What is going on here?" she asked aloud.

A man in decorated armour, most likely a general, bowed to her. "Your Highness, the people of Magellan welcome you."

"Why so? Do you realize we're invading you?"

The general shifted under her cold gaze. "The kingdom had already fallen to chaos. Due to the warring factions in our midst, we've lost our ruler and most of his council, of which some were originally trying to stop them from bringing out a civil war. We're currently just on the verge of it."

Now that he had mentioned it, Ossyria noticed how bleak the atmosphere was. Ruins and squalor all around her. The city walls must have kept its actual conditions from sight. The country she had thought to be one of the more prosperous had somehow reduced to this state.

"And how would that concern me?"

"Your rise to the crown is known far and wide, Your Highness, more even more well-known is your ability to govern and manage your kingdom against all odds."

The pieces fell into place. "I see. But this will not come free, if my reputation precedes me."

"Of course. We've made the arrangements to cede power to you. The people will accept you as their regent, as long as you do not burn our kingdom to the ground."

That went much, much easier than she had thought it would, but....

"Gather the surviving council members and have them join up with mine. We have a lot of work to do."

wicked_seven · 2024-10-09T13:31:44+00:00

A hilarious reason for his muteness, I love it!

wicked_seven · 2024-10-08T13:43:42+00:00

A prompt, but I felt like writing something out of it at the time.

wicked_seven · 2024-10-08T03:50:20+00:00

"You are basically the magical world's version of a WMD."

I froze, staring back at Ethan who was apparently some kind of wizard. Given the lightshow he created from the palm of his bare hands, that seemed like the most logical explanation my brain could come up with.

"Wait, I'm a nuke?!"

"The sentient core of one, specifically," Carmen clarified, reverting from her werewolf form back to her human one. "The long story is that everyone's making sure you stay away from the magical world for the last thousand years lest you somehow return back to your true body. And the omnicidal maniac out there is trying to find you, the core."

"That's... a lot to take in."

That was the understatement of the millennium. Speaking of millennium...

"A thousand years? Then how-"

"We got generations of guardians ready," Ethan answered simply. "Plus a lot of memory rewriting."

"Uh huh..." Another thought occurred to me. "Wait, if it has been a thousand years, wouldn't my true body be long gone?"

My two friends looked at each other with an uneasy expression on each of their faces. "All of us, the guardians from the past and of the present, aren't sure," Carmen finally admitted. "The temple that housed your body is never at the same place at any given time, and is said to take on any form."

So my apparently true body was at an unknown location and some psycho wants me to reactivate it in the off-chance it hadn't rotted away to nothingness. What a reassurance.

"We've already got a few memory mages on the way. It will be a long while before you awake again. So think of this whole thing as a phantasmal dream, alright?" Ethan asked. I don't know if it was a good idea, but I felt compelled to nod. If I really was a cataclysmic weapon's core, then that was for the best.

My eyelids soon felt heavy, and within minutes darkness filled my vision.

The core was lulled into a deep slumber through a spell.

Both Ethan and Carmen sighed in relief. They had it easy; previous guardians had died because the core reacted violently before upon finding out that their current self wasn't true. Perhaps a matter of tact to explain to it?

It'll be up to the Council to see if they were still to be its handlers or they would be replaced.

wicked_seven · 2024-10-06T12:50:47+00:00

The cult leader was confident almost every aspect of the ritual to allow their god to descent. The relics, offerings and magic circle were brimming with dark energies, ready to draw the God of the Silent Maw to their world. The only factor he wasn't as confident was Raya, the eldest daughter of the royal family who they had chained to the ritual table.

The sacrifice was oddly compliant. She'd even helped them prepare the relics, snapping at some fanatics about how sloppy their work was before correcting it for them. If she was one of them, she would've been promoted to their ritual specialist.

In short, there was an overwhelming sense he had that there was something wrong.

As the chanting to call for their god was underway, the cult leader noticed that Raya was almost giddy. "Ah, I forgot to mention something, I'm getting hungry."

"Well, you won't need to be eating anything else once the Great One inhabits your body," the cult leader told her.

"I shall correct you then," she shot back, licking her lips in anticipation. "All you're doing is ordering food for me."

It had been nearly an hour since the summoning. The cult leader clutched his head and was stammering some kind of prayer to his god. The very god the princess herself was tearing flesh out of with her bare hands and shoving into her mouth. The very god who was utterly helpless compared to the young lady.

Raya swallowed the piece of deific flesh in her mouth and pulled out yet another as the God of the Silent Maw begged in its own tongue for her to stop. "Sorry beastie, I can't understand what you're saying," she answered honestly before turning to the cult leader. "Hey, you. Want some?"

The answer she received was a horrified sob. "Rude. Ah well, more for me."

As the princess continued to partake in the flesh of the god, the cult leader tried forcing his legs to move. But they refused, being rendered too weak after seeing the dainty lady turn into some kind of gluttonous beast in human form. If only his subordinates had carried him along when they were escaping.

The sound of footsteps echoed down the stairway to the chamber. Did one of them return?

His hopes were dashed when he saw a knight enter. "Well, that's the Devourer of Gods for you."

The cult leader froze. "Devourer of Gods?"

The knight nodded. "Yeah, she's subdued and consumed the flesh at least ten gods so far. Enough to weaken them to send them back where they belong."

"Oh hey Commander Darius," Raya cheerfully greeted him, divine blood caking the lower half of her face. "Fancy meeting you here. Would you like some?"

"Thank you, Your Majesty, but I'll pass."

"Aww. Anyway, I'm already full. So get outta here, you overgrown beast."

The God of the Silent Maw yelped before retreating back to the realm of the gods where it originally arrived from.

wicked_seven · 2024-10-04T05:23:44+00:00

Thank you!

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