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Kirby

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  1. 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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  3. 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?
  4. 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!
  5. Devil Twins, also called as the Deadly Duo of Almahad, are vicious, human-size, one-eyed ants that have been terrorizing the desert and its inhabitants for years. This devilish creature was born as a result of endless greed of a wicked wizard notorious for his cruel experiments on animals, who had once hid himself in Almahad in order to pursue his evil dream of creating an immortal beast to take over the world. Though he was discovered and captured before his dream could be accomplished, his last creation, Devil Twins remain in the desert, hunting and devouring innocent lives of the inhabitants and many promising adventurers. Their long, scarlet tongue of fifteen inches paralyzes its victim while their venomous stings inject deadly poison into their bodies, slowly draining their life away. The fact that it moves and runs on two legs horrifies people. Nevertheless, holding onto hope, people of Almahad continue to await the arrival of a heroic warrior who will put an end to this monstrous creature, for which they shall be immensely rewarded.
  6. Truly! I found myself staring at it for about 1 min lol 😂
  7. Gliding through the darkness of silent nights, She punctuates the dead silence with a lovely humming, Beware! Mortals, She wields an enchanted knife To mark her servants One tiny cut, and she'll own you Resist, she'll end you
  8. Teleportation scroll is my favourite, and knowing that I have a few in my pocket seriously relieves me. ✨
  9. "It won't matter how powerful or strong you are if you don't arrive in time to save people," These words were spoken to me by one of the heroic Blade Dancers of Arinar, who happened to be my father as well. It was during one of the Blade Dancer training sessions a year ago when he said those words to me. Advice or a warning? Anyway, I ignored it---only to remember them a year later, when yet another unforeseen attack by the Legion left corpses and blood of my land people in its wake. I realised my folly. My father's only regret was how slow he was, and his one wish was to save the elves before chaos struck them. He had always wanted to be there for them whenever they needed him the most, but sometimes he'd be too late to save them. Anger would surge through his body and the aftermath of frequent battles and wars would tear his heart out. Rage, sadness and shame would eat away at him. Little did I know that it'd be my turn to go through these feelings six months after his demise. The vicious Legion had just attacked one of the camps in Irselnort, but by the time I arrived, it was all over. Once again, I'd been slow, just like my father. Why? Why? I don't want history to repeat itself! There was nothing I could do as I flung my pillow away in anger. I grabbed another pillow from my bed and was about to rip it apart when I heard a knock on the door. It was midnight. I opened the door and found a wizened old elf leaning on his staff. I quickly let him in and offered him a chair. "Brave Eggyreto, you do not know me, but I've observed you for a long time and now you've earned my trust and respect and so, I shall offer you this invaluable item I invented after years of hardwork and efforts," he said, holding out a rolled-up parchment tied with a golden thread. I accepted it, looking confused. "What is this?" I asked. "A unique item that will aid you in times of battles. You are competent and a promising Blade Dancer, performing your duties admirably, therefore, you've earned the right to own this scroll. It is called the Teleportation scroll. With this, you can teleport to any camp across Arinar and protect your people in time. Consider this as a gift from me," I gazed down at the scroll in my hands with mixed feelings of shock and awe. Was it a dream? If the old elf was speaking truth, then my problems were solved! "Use this, and you will save many lives," said he. Perhaps he was not lying, for I could sense some kind of magic from the scroll. "Thank you! From the bottom of my heart, you have my gratitude!" I cried, giving a quick bow. The old elf laughed, giving a pat on my head. "Hold your head high and channel your rage and power into your weapons and slay your enemies. Innocent lives shall not be lost now, for you will save them in time," I nodded earnestly. "Um, may I know your name?" He chuckled. "I'm your well-wisher, Eggyreto. That is all you need to know," With those words, he rose from the chair, set off for the door and disappeared into the darkness of the night. Sadly, that was our first and last meeting. But thanks to the Teleportation scroll, my wish came true. When the Legion launched their umpteenth attack on Kamp-riff, I teleported to the camp from Kamp-Gasphel(saving thirty minutes) and managed to save my people and foil my enemies' plans. They retreated upon my instant arrival, flabbergasted and bewildered. Oh, how I loved those face expressions! Had my father lived, he'd have witnessed this sweeping victory and celebrated with us. I continued to be victorious, of course, the secret of Teleportation scroll was safe with me, and the history changed. But I always wondered... Who was that old elf?
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