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    WARNING: This is a fictionary history based on the Warspear Online game. None of this is considered canon.

    Enjoy the reading! :2Thumbs:
    

    

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    Sard Ranira was once a brave and loyal soldier, fighting for the freedom of his people against the tyranny of the legion. He and his brother Leonardo were inseparable, always watching each other's back on the battlefield. They swore to never give up, never surrender, and never betray their cause.
    But everything changed when he was wounded by a cursed blade, a weapon forged by the dark magic of the legion. The blade pierced his heart, and he felt a surge of pain and rage. He fell to the ground, clutching his chest, as his brother rushed to his side.
    "Brother, hold on! I'm here, I'm here!" his brother cried, trying to stop the bleeding.
    But it was too late. The curse had taken hold of him, corrupting his mind and body. He felt a new power coursing through his veins, a power that promised him vengeance and destruction. He looked at his brother with hatred, and pushed him away.
    "Get away from me, traitor!" he snarled, his voice distorted by the curse. "You are no brother of mine. You are a pawn of the legion, a weakling who deserves to die!"
    He rose to his feet, his eyes and his entire face vanished like a dust in the wind, his skin turning scaly, and he still could talk besides that. He had become a demon, a monster that only cared for bloodshed. He grabbed his sword, and swung it at his brother, who barely dodged the attack.
    "Brother, what are you doing? It's me, your brother! Don't you recognize me? We need to defeat the legion to win this war!" his brother pleaded, tears in his eyes.
    "Shut up! You are not my brother! You are my enemy! And I will kill you, and everyone who stands in my way!" he roared, lunging at him again.
    The other soldiers of the sentinels watched in horror, as the two brothers fought each other with ferocity. They tried to intervene, but the demon was too strong, too fast, too ruthless. He slashed and stabbed, leaving a trail of corpses behind him. He was unstoppable, a raging beast that only wanted to destroy.
    He made his way to the legion's camp, where he faced their leader, a powerful warlord who commanded the army of darkness. The warlord smirked, and raised his hand.
    "Welcome, my son. You have done well. You have embraced the power of the curse, and become one of us. You have proven yourself worthy of joining the legion. Come, join me, and together we will conquer this world!"
    The demon hesitated, feeling a flicker of doubt in his corrupted heart. He looked at the warlord, and then at his brother, who was lying on the ground, wounded and bleeding. He remembered their bond, their oath, their love. He felt a pang of guilt, of remorse, of regret.
    He shook his head, and rejected the warlord's offer.
    "No. I will not join you. I will not betray my people. I will not betray my brother. I may be a demon, but I still have a soul. And I will use it to end your reign of terror and save all Arinar from you!"
    He charged at the warlord, his sword raised, ready to strike. But the warlord was prepared, and countered his attack. He grabbed his arm, and twisted it, breaking his bones. He kicked him in the chest, sending him flying. He reached for his cursed blade, and stabbed him in the heart, sealing his fate.
    The demon gasped, and fell to his knees. He looked at the warlord, and spat blood.
    "You... you may have... defeated me... but you will never... win... this war... my people... will rise... and you... will fall..."
    He collapsed, and closed his eyes, his life fading away.
    The warlord laughed, and lifted his blade in triumph.
    "Foolish demon. You had a chance to join me, to rule by my side, to share in my glory. But you chose to die, to die for nothing, to die for a lost cause. You wasted your power, your potential, your destiny. You are nothing but a failure, a disappointment, a disgrace."
    He threw his blade aside, and walked away, leaving the demon's body behind.
    But he did not notice, that the blade had pierced the ground, and reached the core of the volcano that they're fighting nearby, where it ignited a chain reaction. The volcano erupted, spewing lava and ash, creating a massive explosion. The blast engulfed the warlord, the legion, and the demon, burying them under a sea of fire.
    The demon's body was consumed by the flames, but his soul remained, trapped inside the volcano. He became the Sealed Demon of the Depths, a legend that would haunt the land for centuries. He would never escape, never rest, never forgive.
    And because of the battle of this day, the volcano, which flowed abundantly a great amount of vital energy because of the sealed demon, generated a great city from the magma, the waters and the ashes that were there. 
    The city was named Nadir-Sard, in honor of the demon who saved all Arinar.

 

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11 horas atrás, Davibicalho disse:

    WARNING: This is a fictionary history based on the Warspear Online game. None of this is considered canon.

    Enjoy the reading! :2Thumbs:
    

    

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    Sard Ranira was once a brave and loyal soldier, fighting for the freedom of his people against the tyranny of the legion. He and his brother Leonardo were inseparable, always watching each other's back on the battlefield. They swore to never give up, never surrender, and never betray their cause.
    But everything changed when he was wounded by a cursed blade, a weapon forged by the dark magic of the legion. The blade pierced his heart, and he felt a surge of pain and rage. He fell to the ground, clutching his chest, as his brother rushed to his side.
    "Brother, hold on! I'm here, I'm here!" his brother cried, trying to stop the bleeding.
    But it was too late. The curse had taken hold of him, corrupting his mind and body. He felt a new power coursing through his veins, a power that promised him vengeance and destruction. He looked at his brother with hatred, and pushed him away.
    "Get away from me, traitor!" he snarled, his voice distorted by the curse. "You are no brother of mine. You are a pawn of the legion, a weakling who deserves to die!"
    He rose to his feet, his eyes and his entire face vanished like a dust in the wind, his skin turning scaly, and he still could talk besides that. He had become a demon, a monster that only cared for bloodshed. He grabbed his sword, and swung it at his brother, who barely dodged the attack.
    "Brother, what are you doing? It's me, your brother! Don't you recognize me? We need to defeat the legion to win this war!" his brother pleaded, tears in his eyes.
    "Shut up! You are not my brother! You are my enemy! And I will kill you, and everyone who stands in my way!" he roared, lunging at him again.
    The other soldiers of the sentinels watched in horror, as the two brothers fought each other with ferocity. They tried to intervene, but the demon was too strong, too fast, too ruthless. He slashed and stabbed, leaving a trail of corpses behind him. He was unstoppable, a raging beast that only wanted to destroy.
    He made his way to the legion's camp, where he faced their leader, a powerful warlord who commanded the army of darkness. The warlord smirked, and raised his hand.
    "Welcome, my son. You have done well. You have embraced the power of the curse, and become one of us. You have proven yourself worthy of joining the legion. Come, join me, and together we will conquer this world!"
    The demon hesitated, feeling a flicker of doubt in his corrupted heart. He looked at the warlord, and then at his brother, who was lying on the ground, wounded and bleeding. He remembered their bond, their oath, their love. He felt a pang of guilt, of remorse, of regret.
    He shook his head, and rejected the warlord's offer.
    "No. I will not join you. I will not betray my people. I will not betray my brother. I may be a demon, but I still have a soul. And I will use it to end your reign of terror and save all Arinar from you!"
    He charged at the warlord, his sword raised, ready to strike. But the warlord was prepared, and countered his attack. He grabbed his arm, and twisted it, breaking his bones. He kicked him in the chest, sending him flying. He reached for his cursed blade, and stabbed him in the heart, sealing his fate.
    The demon gasped, and fell to his knees. He looked at the warlord, and spat blood.
    "You... you may have... defeated me... but you will never... win... this war... my people... will rise... and you... will fall..."
    He collapsed, and closed his eyes, his life fading away.
    The warlord laughed, and lifted his blade in triumph.
    "Foolish demon. You had a chance to join me, to rule by my side, to share in my glory. But you chose to die, to die for nothing, to die for a lost cause. You wasted your power, your potential, your destiny. You are nothing but a failure, a disappointment, a disgrace."
    He threw his blade aside, and walked away, leaving the demon's body behind.
    But he did not notice, that the blade had pierced the ground, and reached the core of the volcano that they're fighting nearby, where it ignited a chain reaction. The volcano erupted, spewing lava and ash, creating a massive explosion. The blast engulfed the warlord, the legion, and the demon, burying them under a sea of fire.
    The demon's body was consumed by the flames, but his soul remained, trapped inside the volcano. He became the Sealed Demon of the Depths, a legend that would haunt the land for centuries. He would never escape, never rest, never forgive.
    And because of the battle of this day, the volcano, which flowed abundantly a great amount of vital energy because of the sealed demon, generated a great city from the magma, the waters and the ashes that were there. 
    The city was named Nadir-Sard, in honor of the demon who saved all Arinar.

 

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This is a great job, congratulations

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On 2/12/2024 at 12:09 AM, Davibicalho said:

    WARNING: This is a fictionary history based on the Warspear Online game. None of this is considered canon.

    Enjoy the reading! :2Thumbs:
    

    

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Hey! I really liked it! But could you please also add the PNG without the background? 

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On 11/02/2024 at 21:09, Arinar disse:

    WARNING: This is a fictionary history based on the Warspear Online game. None of this is considered canon.

    Enjoy the reading! :2Thumbs:
    

    

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    Sard Ranira was once a brave and loyal soldier, fighting for the freedom of his people against the tyranny of the legion. He and his brother Leonardo were inseparable, always watching each other's back on the battlefield. They swore to never give up, never surrender, and never betray their cause.
    But everything changed when he was wounded by a cursed blade, a weapon forged by the dark magic of the legion. The blade pierced his heart, and he felt a surge of pain and rage. He fell to the ground, clutching his chest, as his brother rushed to his side.
    "Brother, hold on! I'm here, I'm here!" his brother cried, trying to stop the bleeding.
    But it was too late. The curse had taken hold of him, corrupting his mind and body. He felt a new power coursing through his veins, a power that promised him vengeance and destruction. He looked at his brother with hatred, and pushed him away.
    "Get away from me, traitor!" he snarled, his voice distorted by the curse. "You are no brother of mine. You are a pawn of the legion, a weakling who deserves to die!"
    He rose to his feet, his eyes and his entire face vanished like a dust in the wind, his skin turning scaly, and he still could talk besides that. He had become a demon, a monster that only cared for bloodshed. He grabbed his sword, and swung it at his brother, who barely dodged the attack.
    "Brother, what are you doing? It's me, your brother! Don't you recognize me? We need to defeat the legion to win this war!" his brother pleaded, tears in his eyes.
    "Shut up! You are not my brother! You are my enemy! And I will kill you, and everyone who stands in my way!" he roared, lunging at him again.
    The other soldiers of the sentinels watched in horror, as the two brothers fought each other with ferocity. They tried to intervene, but the demon was too strong, too fast, too ruthless. He slashed and stabbed, leaving a trail of corpses behind him. He was unstoppable, a raging beast that only wanted to destroy.
    He made his way to the legion's camp, where he faced their leader, a powerful warlord who commanded the army of darkness. The warlord smirked, and raised his hand.
    "Welcome, my son. You have done well. You have embraced the power of the curse, and become one of us. You have proven yourself worthy of joining the legion. Come, join me, and together we will conquer this world!"
    The demon hesitated, feeling a flicker of doubt in his corrupted heart. He looked at the warlord, and then at his brother, who was lying on the ground, wounded and bleeding. He remembered their bond, their oath, their love. He felt a pang of guilt, of remorse, of regret.
    He shook his head, and rejected the warlord's offer.
    "No. I will not join you. I will not betray my people. I will not betray my brother. I may be a demon, but I still have a soul. And I will use it to end your reign of terror and save all Arinar from you!"
    He charged at the warlord, his sword raised, ready to strike. But the warlord was prepared, and countered his attack. He grabbed his arm, and twisted it, breaking his bones. He kicked him in the chest, sending him flying. He reached for his cursed blade, and stabbed him in the heart, sealing his fate.
    The demon gasped, and fell to his knees. He looked at the warlord, and spat blood.
    "You... you may have... defeated me... but you will never... win... this war... my people... will rise... and you... will fall..."
    He collapsed, and closed his eyes, his life fading away.
    The warlord laughed, and lifted his blade in triumph.
    "Foolish demon. You had a chance to join me, to rule by my side, to share in my glory. But you chose to die, to die for nothing, to die for a lost cause. You wasted your power, your potential, your destiny. You are nothing but a failure, a disappointment, a disgrace."
    He threw his blade aside, and walked away, leaving the demon's body behind.
    But he did not notice, that the blade had pierced the ground, and reached the core of the volcano that they're fighting nearby, where it ignited a chain reaction. The volcano erupted, spewing lava and ash, creating a massive explosion. The blast engulfed the warlord, the legion, and the demon, burying them under a sea of fire.
    The demon's body was consumed by the flames, but his soul remained, trapped inside the volcano. He became the Sealed Demon of the Depths, a legend that would haunt the land for centuries. He would never escape, never rest, never forgive.
    And because of the battle of this day, the volcano, which flowed abundantly a great amount of vital energy because of the sealed demon, generated a great city from the magma, the waters and the ashes that were there. 
    The city was named Nadir-Sard, in honor of the demon who saved all Arinar.

 

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Massa!

 

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