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This could only happen in Arinar during New Year’s—snowstorm. A year ago on this day, I lost my big brother to this deadly storm. He had ventured out to save few kids from our village. He was a brave and courageous leader, the King of Blades. His brave deed saved the kids, but due to low visibility, he accidentally fell off the cliff and died. The responsibility of his duties soon fell upon my shoulders and I was the hope of many novice blade dancers. Sadly, I was nothing like him. I was playful, careless and lazy. I knew I’d inherit his title someday, but didn’t think it’d be so soon. Although I was trained by him, I was not confident. I was forced to embrace my new duty and transform into a serious person. I lost my smile. I wished my brother hadn’t died. I hated snow. This year the snow storm struck again. I was summoned by the village chief to venture out to save two families stuck near the cliff. I agreed. Maybe it was my turn to die. I did not care, since my life was empty. I found the two families crying for help from inside a caravan. The horse that pulled it lay dead in the snow. I began pushing the caravan in the direction of a slope that led to the village, where others waited to receive them. It was heavy. I cursed the storm. My brother would’ve easily saved them. I pushed with every bit of my strength and succeeded little, but my hands bled. The caravan successfully went down the slope—but I lost my grip and rolled away, far from the village, down the same cliff that had taken my brother's life. I was dead. Or so I thought. My eyes opened and I found myself in a cozy hut, my wounds bandaged. A man in a fur hood and cloak was wiping my face. “I heard you've surpassed me,” he said, his voice familiar. I studied his face in shock. “Brother?!” His right eye was missing along with an arm. I cried. I wanted to hug him but could not. “You're alive! Why didn't you return?!” Despite his pitiful condition, he smiled. “I'm useless now. I knew you'd take my place. Look how strong you've gotten! I'm proud of you, Eggy. You are shining, whereas my light is gone. But I'm very happy. Returning would had only hurt me, watching you all train while I sat in a corner miserably. Eggy, carry on my legacy. I believe in you,” His words melted my cold heart. He was proud of me while I wasn't. My heart was at ease. Finally, I felt warm and happy. I smiled after a year. “Let's go back,” I said. “We’ll shine together, brighter than ever,” He cried. The cold around us felt warm. The cruel snow storm that had separated us, reunited us a year later.

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Secrets unfold and treasures uncover As years pass by, the magical land of Arinar expands and prospers. From Irselnort to Almahad and rare weapons to stunning costumes, Every adventurer seeks the best and blooms! With a history so epic, And countless battles and wars Arinar blesses its brave warriors with incredible rewards, As they roar and advance flaunting their battle scars! For those unversed in this legend, Now is the time to shine, Brace yourselves for this indelible journey, And dive into the legendary world of Warspear Online! Happy 16 years of Warspear Online! ✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨

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Invincible King Many secrets remain uncovered across Arinar, but one of them recently came to light in the deserts of Almahad. As adventurers continue to pursue the path of greatness and glory, a brave blade dancer stumbled upon this hidden secret that happens to be a source of immense strength and magic. No, it is not a weapon. It is the royal garb of a deceased king consisting of a velvet burgundy cloak, a bejeweled crown and velvet brown robes. Legends say that there was an indomitable king who ruled Arinar with only a handful of army at his side, and yet never lost a war. How? Well, the secret to his consecutive victories was his ordinary-looking, enchanted royal garb that blessed him with the strength of a hundred men besides phenomenal amount of magic. But once the king passed away, his garb was cast away into a cave as per his orders, for he didn't wish to pass them on into any wrong hands. But now the secret has been discovered, and unfortunately, nobody possesses the slightest idea of the truth of this ordinary-looking, antique garb that can make anyone who puts them on an invincible king!

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The Impossible Quest On a hot afternoon, a group of blade dancers braved the scorching heat of the sun and reached the middle of Almahad. To their surprise, a wizened old man clad in shabby grey cloak greeted them and offered them cool water. They introduced themselves to the man, shared their details of their long journey and revealed their reason for the visit to Almahad: to kill the deadly Sand Beast created by a mad warlock, who released it into the desert over a century ago to wreak chaos for lark. The old man expressed sadness over the deaths of previous adventurers who had attempted to kill the beast upon the request of the people of the desert, and tried his best to stop the group, since it was too dangerous. But the brave blade dancers did not waver. They thanked the old man for the water and warning, assured him they’d succeed and return to him with the reward. “What happened to that mad warlock, though? Is he dead?” one of the blade dancers asked the old man. “He met a cruel fate, a deserving one. Stoned to death a century ago,” answered the old man. “My grandfather had once fought him,” said the second blade dancer. “He said the warlock had a strange mark on his left wrist that could summon the Sand Beast from anywhere,” “That arm was cut off by a brave hero,” said the old man. “To avenge his master, the evil beast killed the hero’s family,” The group gasped and shared looks. “How unfortunate,” said the third blade dancer with a sigh. “Do not worry, old man, we shall bring death to the beast. We will complete this impossible quest and seize victory!” The old man smiled weakly, his eyes misty. “I pray you do. Please avenge my wife and children as well. The beast killed them ten years ago. That was the day I lost my purpose to live, so now I live in the middle of Almahad to warn the adventurers and save their lives. Sadly, no one listened and the beast killed them all. But I believe in your determination. You might finally get rid of that vile monster. “Oh, young adventurers! Go ahead and put an end to it! May luck shine in your favour!” The group shared confident looks and shook hands with the old man, before taking off to their destination. A hot, dry wind swept across the desert. The old man’s cloak flapped. A wicked smile spread across his wrinkled face. His left arm was missing. Fools. My beast cannot die. The slow poison in the water I gave you shall weaken you in the fight. My beast will live and you foolish adventurers will die. Again. Creepy laughter filled the hot air. Will any adventurer be able to discover his truth and stop this century-long madness?

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In the blessed land of Arinar, there are dungeons, battles, monsters and war Equipped with elixirs and magical scrolls, Sentinels and Legions clash and roar! While one seizes victory and the other falls, Neither gives up for the glory that calls! Warriors explore this magical land for blessings and treasure, gain experience and joy beyond measure Oh, young adventurer! Become a part of this magical endless journey, Do not fear, do not waver, you shall be fine! Brace yourself and step into the world of Warspear Online! Happy 15 years of Warspear Online!

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