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Title: How I met this guild.
Author: Yours truly, me. A work of fact/fiction I pretty much came up with from the top of my head and went along with. xD

Story: Tis was quite another cold, windy day in the steel city of Aekea of doing nothing in particular. Here I sat in my small apartment complex overlooking the mountain ranges of Gaia wondering where all my friends happened to be at this time. I keep a few places in memory to take the effort to visit which include the guilds around town and the marketplace. Other than that i'd either hang out with friends and throw away time like trash invested in video games, or occasionally lurk about the community board in town to see what amazing crap I most likely did not care about was going on. I don't know. It just helps pass time...

As I was heading back to my home to settle for the night a beep in my head, one of those annoying blue screen of death tones, began to irritate my being, so I had to use telekineses to find out what was going on to find out I had a recent spiritual visit from an unknown gaian. You see, we gaians are connected in more ways than you know as strange as it may sound...And we can get what you may call a sneak peak. A preview so to say of any particular person so long as they didn't block off telepathic connection to strangers. When I saw the name of this person I did what any like minded gaian would do in response. Send back a message that makes the least bit of sense!

Well it's something I do. I like seeing the reaction of these people. Throw them off balance and get a good chuckle as well as make quite a first impression. Of course with a stranger sending back was the shocker for this girl. She had only taken a small glimpse of my mind and I initiate conversation just for that, but this didn't result in anything terrible. I was just spewing out ten fold random as this girl, whom I discover her name as Ryssa, asked me to join a guild. Now this wasn't much surprise either. I've received invites to multiple guilds mainly Roleplay wise, but this congregation was different in it's own right. It had a selection for writing and stories.

You may not think of me as such but I did have quite the interest and imagination to write when I wanted to, whether my product were acts of spatting brain spew or took for more serious tone. The problem was my own will to even try to get into something...my motivation or something was broken and I just couldn't find a doctor, or better here a mechanic to get inside and fix me up. Maybe though it's an act I have to push and work myself to achieve. If I at least put in my effort then I would see something there! Much better than idling and expecting something. So I took her offer and now plan to visit and try to contribute into 'When Stars Fall'. To be honest the name got me too. Stars in general are pretty crazy as they are, but FALLING? Wow.

This is just a story I wrote out quickly last night. I figured I might as well share it. It's probably not my best work, but feedback is appreciated.

The rotten wood door splintered under Merik's war hammer.

A scowl crossed Layn's face. “There were quieter ways to do that, you know.”

“So?” he asked. “The Lich would have known we were here as soon as we started bashing up his minions anyway. Besides, this way was faster than digging around for the key.”

“Fine,” she relented. “Let's just get this over with.” Readying her trusty staff, she slowly walked into the Temple of Death, the thick rain beating down upon the hood of her robes.

Merik lit his torch, and followed her, the stench of decay hung in the air. “So, why are we after this Lich in the first place?'

“Don't you ever pay attention?” Layn groaned. “The Lich stole the Staff of Fire from the Demon Lord Bane's tomb, and is using it to-”

“No he's not.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“He's not doing that.”

Layn glared at him, the faint crimson glow of her sorceress eyes piercing through the gloom. “What are you talking about?”

“We already found the Staff of Fire, remember?” Merik replied. “The thieves of Dursk stole it, then hid it under the Labyrinth of Sands. You're actually holding it right now.”

Layn looked down at her staff, sure enough, etched into the handle were the familiar runes of fire. “I... yes, now I remember, my mind must have been more fatigued from our travels that I thought.”

“So, why are we here?”

“Well, I believe-” an unearthly scream interrupted Layn's speech.

Merik held up his torch. “Looks like the first of the Lich's henchmen.”

Out from the shadows crawled a hideous and deformed creature, sown together from the rotting flesh of the Lich's previous victims.

“Leave this to me,” Merik yelled as he tossed the torch to the ground, and readied his silver hammer.

The beast shambled towards him with an inhuman speed, it's many mouths all locked into expressions of pain and rage.

It raised one of it's clawed arms and slashed towards Merik, except he'd been prepared for this, by the time the claws would have connected with him, he'd moved about three feet to the right, and slammed his gigantic hammer into one of it's many jutting spines.

The beast howled in frustration and rage, and swung again, with that the same claw.

It fared no better than the first, Merik gleefully dodged it, and planted his hammer deep into the flesh of the monster.

Across the hallway, Layn leaned against a brick wall, looking on in amusement as this went on.

The two went back and forth. The gigantic monster slashing at Merik with it's powerful claws, yet always just barely missing. It was beginning to slow down under the relentless blows of the war hammer, until it stopped moving.

“I see that your fighting style is as... dishonourable as ever.” Layn said, as she walked towards the monster.

Merik chuckled as he picked the fallen torch. “The Lich should have known better. A flesh beast is little more than a wet and squishy pinata.”

Layn raised her staff, “Shall I do the honours?” she asked.

“By all means.”

The sorceress chanted a strange phrase, and a stream of fire burst forth from her staff, burning away the beast's flesh, sinew, and bone, until nothing but a small pile of remarkably clean and well preserved gold coins remained. The two greedily shoved these coins into their pockets, and hurried on down the hallway.

They'd been travelling through the catacombs of the Temple of Death for what seemed like hours. “Looks like a dead end to me,” Merik said resignation showing in his voice.

“Don't be so hasty,” Layn ran her hand along the stone wall that blocked their path. “These stones look different from the rest, and look, on the floor. Scuff marks, I believe that this is actually a secret passageway of some sort.”

“What?”

A smile formed on Layn's lips. “I can feel a strong magical presence beyond here, it must lead to the Lich's inner chambers.”

“Uh huh. So how do we open it?”

“There must a lever to pull, or perhaps a switch we need to press,” she explained. “Our foe is cunning, he could have hid the mechanism anywhere, and disguised it as anything.”

Merik groaned. “Does that mean what I think it means?”

“Do you think it means that we're going to need to backtrack through these catacombs, literally leaving no stone unturned, until we get this open?”

“That sounds about right.”

Layn rolled her eyes. “Then yes, Merik, I'm afraid it means exactly what you think it means.”

“Cool, I've got a better idea though.”

“And that would be?”

“How thick do your magical senses tell you this fake wall is?”

Layn closed her eyes and focused. “It isn't very thick, the stones are heavy, and the system of pulleys aren't that strong, maybe a few inches. Why do you want to- Oh come on!”

Merik had once again brought out his war hammer, and was smashing the fake wall with all his strength.

The room shook, and loose dust fell from the ceiling.

“You can't!” she exclaimed. “You're destroying our element of surprise!”

“Can and will.” He once again slammed his hammer into the wall. “Look, it's already beginning to give way.”

He was right. Thin cracks of light shone from behind the wall.

“But...” she stammered. “This wasn't the way the Temple architects wanted us to do it!”

“And I'm suddenly supposed to be worried about upsetting a group of death cultists?”

The wall was beginning to collapse, a few more well placed hits, and it would be rubble.

“Just think about what you're doing!”

“Well gee, Layn, we brought what, a day's worth of rations for this journey? We didn't think it would take this long, so if we wait much longer, we'll need to stroll all the way back into town to resupply, and the Lich will have that much longer to prepare his evil plan. Whatever his evil plan actually is.”

“Yes, I suppose you're right,” she mumbled.

A few moments later, the wall crumbled into dust, and the two stepped forward in the chamber. The Lich was there, waiting for them, a skeleton hovering above the room wearing nothing but mouldy black robes.

“So, you have arrived, champions” it wheezed. “But it is too late. What I have set in motion cannot be stopped. In a few short days, all of creation will burn and at last I will have my-”

“What did you set in motion?” Merik asked.

“What did I... what?” it was confused.

“Your plans, what are they?” he asked again.

“I... you are...” it said, at a loss for words. “You are the champions that the prophecy spoke of, how is it that you are ignorant of your fate?”

“We are but mere mortals compared to your brilliance,” Layn spoke quickly. “We merely wish to hear it from your mouth, so that we might briefly grasp the genius behind your mighty plan, before you defeat us.”

“Very well.” Playing to the Lich's vanity was obviously the right thing to do. “I shall bring about the end times, by releasing the dreaded-”

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Tittle: Lost to the World
Author: Who else other then I?
Author's Note: I wrote this at least 6 months ago
Story:

Is this how it ends? Seems like this is the only way it could. The light dancing on the water like a full scale ballet was taking place, but only they and I knew it. This ballet calls to me, asking me to join it. Calling me by name as if we've known each other our whole lives. Asking me over and over to join it's dance. It's offer is so tempting, but I know that will be my last dance. I don't want to think about the end just yet, so I'll think about something else.

Like this place where I sit. This old bridge. Oh so lovely and loving in the way it cradles the rushing river below. Strong and unyielding, never letting go or slipping away. Never leaving the river lonely. Strong in everything it does. The bridge is always here for the river, but river never cares for her. She is always helpful and caring towards him, but he never notices. He expects everything from her without ever returning the favor. He takes and takes without really notices. Striping away everything that makes her strong, but she doesn't mind at first. He was only asking for a little after all. Nothing to worry about. Now though she sees what he has done to her, sees how weak he has made her, and now she's practically about to fall apart. This bridge is about to fall apart. About to fall, head first, into the ice cold river that's just waiting to rip her apart. He wants her to fall apart. Even though he looks clean and happy, under the surface he's never really known a day of happiness for himself. He's taken everything from anyone who has ever tried to help him. Just so he can feel better about himself for just a moments time, and now he's taking everything from her. She use to be strong, but now just one good storm could destroy her forever. That storm was right around the bend, but the river knows that now, and she knows she can't expect the river to be there for her. This river never really cared for her anyways.

The leaves near me rustle and I'm brought back to today. I wonder how long I've been sitting on this bridge staring at this river. This place is so sad. A forgotten bridge in the middle of a forest no one travels through anymore. This is just another place forgotten in time withholding it's helpful bridge ans unforgiving river. Just forgotten and found again in time on a lonely day when the world thought to show me an escape. Though I'm not to sure it's to happy about that anymore, but I guess, over all, the world doesn't really care. In the end that is. It might care for a little while, but just give it time, it will forget me too. Just like it did this lonely place once upon a time.