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2022-06-04 16:06:39 June 2022 Skin များ

June 1 | Tigreal - Galactic Marshall [Starlight]

June 6 | Pharsa - Hierophant [MSC ]

June 7 | Esmeralda - Light Envoy [ Collector ]

June XX | Moskov - Doom Incarnate [ Abyss ]

June 21 | Zhask - Cancer [Zodiac Resale]

June 21 | Rise of Necrokeep - Project Next

Phase 4 + Resale of Vexana Epic Skin

Kagura and Hayabusa Revamped Summer skin

June 25 | Grock - Ancient Totem [Season Skin]

June 25 | Alice Elite First Purchase Skin

June XX | Selena - Gothic Curse [Elite]

တို့ဖြစ်ပါတယ် ။ စောင့်နေတဲ့ Selena လေး လာပါပြီ Open / Comment

2022-06-03 21:38:29 Leomord could sometimes be seen standing on one of its towers, gazing far into the horizon. His skin was sickly pale, neither living nor dead. His eyes were tired from a hundred years of half-death, but they still sparkled with a glimmer of hope. He knew in his heart that he and Vexana would eventually find a way to reverse the curse of the Mist.

From that day a hundred years ago, his life no longer belonged to himself, but to Ridgeburg. As long as there was still one soul in the city, he would guard them until his last breath. Open / Comment

2022-06-03 21:38:29 As the Duke handed him the Sword of Oath, Leomord knew this was his fate—to ride with his lord on this battle that might very well be his last. Except, Atticus had a different task for him—Leomord was to remain and stand guard at Ridgeburg.

The knight couldn't believe what he had just heard, but Atticus's eyes were grave and stern. Princess Vexana would be arriving any day soon; she would need all the help and protection she could get. And there was no one else the Duke could trust to carry this delicate burden than his closest friend, Leomord.

And thus, by first light, the young knight watched as Atticus and his party faded into the horizon. He clenched the Duke's Sword of Oath, pondering upon the new task at hand, which he reckoned was far heavier than any battle he had ever fought.

For two years, Leomord and Princess Vexana waited. The quest took much longer than expected, and at some point, Atticus even stopped sending back letters.

And then one day, out of blue, a messenger came announcing the Duke's return. Leomord let out a long sigh, as his mind finally felt at ease. Except, instead of the joy he'd expected to see in Atticus's eyes, he saw nothing but…emptiness.

The campaign must have been brutal and arduous, he could only surmise. Leomord opted not to prod any further and promptly set out to join the city folk in preparation for the long-delayed wedding of Duke Atticus and Princess Vexana.

The people of Ridgeburg greeted the evening with festivity and cheer. The time had come at last for Atticus to give Vexana the wedding ring. However, as the Duke opened the box, what came out instead was a pair of magic wings, as a deep, grating voice shook the stone walls of the fortress:

Embrace the world of death!Atticus and his men turned into demons at that exact moment, their eyes burning with malice. They reeked of foul magic—rotten and vile—the putrid blight of the Abyss. The once devoted guardians of the city became destroyers and the bane of their existence; the holy wedding morphed into a massacre.

Leomord clasped at the Sword of Oath, his mind blank as bloodcurdling screams pierced his ears and drilled into his skull. He couldn't fathom what was happening before him, and most importantly, why Atticus would draw his blade against the people he'd loved as his own, against the girl he'd sworn to protect to his death.

The rampaging Duke lunged at Princess Vexana.

"STOP!"

Vexana's voice echoed throughout the hall. Atticus froze, his legs shaking as his labored breaths scraped against his lungs.

"Kill me…Leo— K-kill me…beg of you—"

Leomord could only stare in horror. All he could think of was the vow he had made two years ago.

"I hereby swear this oath…in the name of my father and his House, that I shall…lay my life down should your safety require it."

Does the safety of the Duke weigh heavier than the safety of the city? The young knight silently asked himself, right before he clenched his teeth and drove his blade into Atticus's chest.

The Duke's eyes cleared up, as if he was lifted from a curse. Grasping at Leomord's vest, the words that came out of his mouth were raspy and garbled. "Bro…ther… I am…free—"

And as he breathed his last, he turned his eyes to Vexana and whispered. "The Mist… If there is no other choice—"

Watching Atticus's body slowly wither into ashes, Leomord wished nothing more than to follow his lord into death, but he couldn't die yet. He had a more important mission on his shoulders—Ridgeburg, sieged from both sides, needed his sword. Ridgeburg would fight till the last, even at the cost of releasing the Mist.

…

A hundred years had passed, yet time in Ridgeburg seemed to have frozen in place. Shrouded by heavy, dark fog, the city was known to be cursed, shunned by both the light and the dark. Necrokeep, they called it. Open / Comment

2022-06-03 21:38:28 Revamped Leomord Lore

Perched upon the crags of the Lantis Mountains, the colossal spires of Ridgeburg overlooked the blackened plains of the Abyss. The rot had almost crept up to the city's outskirts, but no farther. For thousands of years, the fortified towers had stood guard right at the doorstep of the Abyss, keeping the Moniyan Empire untouched by its blight.

Leomord was born in this border fortress. Coming from a long line of Royal Guards under the Lords of the South, he was pledged as personal squire to Atticus, the son of the Duke of Ridgeburg, not long after he was born.

Together, the two boys trained under the finest champions of the Ridgeburg army and listened to grey-bearded tutors droning on about history and politics. Atticus excelled in every lesson, showing remarkable maturity beyond his years, while Leomord found it hard to keep up with his young master. Reluctant to being left behind, he kept training in secret, toiling alone day and night to further hone his skills.

Being the slightly older one, Atticus would often help the young Leomord during their training. Leomord, in turn, looked up to Atticus as not only his future lord but also an older brother.

Upon reaching the age of seven, the two boys took part in the birthing of their horses, as was customary among the people of Ridgeburg. Leomord named his pony Barbiel, with whom he grew to become allies and close friends. Although Leomord never openly expressed his feelings, Barbiel always seemed to know what he had in mind. And whenever Leomord felt down, Barbiel would rub his head to offer some form of relief.

Over the next few years, the two boys grew into formidable fighters on the training ground, and that was when fate struck.

After the Old Duke's untimely passing, Atticus was forced to take on his father's mantle as the new Duke of Ridgeburg, with Leomord standing beside him as captain of his Royal Guard. The boys had never had a taste of real battle, but seeing the gravity of the situation, they shortly set off to rid the border outposts of demonic intruders. For years, the two fought endlessly, until they finally cleansed every trace of the Abyss from the outskirts.

Once the city regained some respite from the onslaught, Atticus decided it was time to start forging bonds with other noble houses of the Empire. He sought an alliance with the Royal House of Gaius, offering a marriage proposal to Princess Vexana. Lord Gaius welcomed the offer and promptly arranged for the Princess to set forth for Ridgeburg and meet her betrothed.

And yet, fate had something else in mind for the young Duke. Shortly before Vexana was expected to arrive, he received a letter from one of the border towns. An unusually vicious breed of demons had started turning up along the border, and strangely enough, they bore traces of the very same putrid magic that had once plagued his father. Some townsfolk had gone missing as well, and the outpost sought the Duke's aid in ridding the town of this threat.

Atticus gathered his men right away. He had no doubt this quest could finally unravel the mystery of his father's death. Leomord, on the other hand, only felt a dreadful sense of foreboding.

Before the departure, Atticus led Leomord to the top of the city wall. He pulled out his sword and motioned Leomord to kneel on one knee. Knowing exactly what was coming, the young soldier took a deep breath and solemnly knelt in front of Atticus as he was told.

"Duke Atticus, I hereby swear this oath, in the name of my father and his House, that I shall always lend my sword to your service, provide counsel when you seek it, and lay my life down should your safety require it. This I swear on this day, unto the day of my death."

Atticus placed the blunt of his sword on Leomord's shoulder and declared him a Sworn Knight of Ridgeburg. The young soldier found it hard to contain himself. For more than twenty years, they trained and rode to battle together. And on this day, Atticus had deemed him worthy of his trust. Open / Comment

2022-06-03 21:38:27 Open / Comment

2022-06-03 21:34:01 As soon as Faramis recovered, however, Vexana urged him to leave the place, saying it was dangerous for a living person to continue to stay in Necrokeep. The Mist was starting to overpower his enchanted staff. If he stayed any longer, he would soon meet a fate like theirs.

Faramis said not a word; his eyes fixated on the Moonlight Grass and the fading staff in his hands. His reason told him it was time to leave, but when he stood in front of the castle's gate and saw the forced smile on Vexana's face, he found himself unable to leave like this. Memories of the childhood encounter and the meticulous care in Necrokeep flashed across Faramis's mind. He could not give up the young lady who'd brought light and warmth twice to his life. He had made his choice—he would stay in Necrokeep and finish the task yet to be done.

Faramis let go of the protection of his staff, finally basking in the blight of the Mist. His skin turned sallow and pale, and yet he felt no fear. He knew he could conquer this scourge. And to do so, to uncover the secrets of life and death, he must experience the curse for himself.

This time, it was his turn to pull Vexana out of the misery she was in. Open / Comment

2022-06-03 21:34:01 Revamped Faramis Lore

Faramis came from a long line of physicians. With the ancestral staff passed down the family, his grandfather combined magic and medicine and developed cures for many once-incurable diseases. The feat earned the gifted physician a title from the Moniyan Empire, and the family had since served the royalties as their personal physicians.

None of these proved adequate to earn the family respect from their equals, though. The other nobles viewed them as mere servants with some special medical skills, while young Faramis, for this reason, was often bullied and ridiculed by his peers.

At a banquet, the boys struck again, and poor Faramis was left fainted on the ground of the back garden. When he regained consciousness, he saw a highborn girl half-knelt by his side, giving him medicine. That was the only time young Faramis had received kindness from his peers. The encounter, despite being brief, was like a ray of sunshine into his gloomy life.

Frail and sickly from birth, Faramis had brushed with death numerous times and survived only because of his parents' meticulous treatment. After many near-death experiences, he vowed to conquer death and take life into his own hands and was reluctant to serve the royalties as his family did.

He found the royalties' minor ailments extremely boring and wanted nothing to do with those hypocritical nobles. He yearned to challenge complex, intractable diseases to bring his skills to heights no other physicians had ever reached before.

With this goal in mind, Faramis left Lumina City and embarked on his journey alone, solving one after another inexplicable disease along the way, not out of the responsibility of a physician, but to explore the possibility of going beyond life and death.

Upon learning about the incident in Necrokeep, Faramis believed that he'd found the perfect integration of life and death and headed to the city right away, searching for the key to controlling both.

Protected by his ancestral staff, Faramis found himself immune to the Mist that plagued the city. He walked through crowds of desolate residents and came upon Duchess Vexana, ruler of the ruined fortress. She was brewing and handing out the "Moonlight Brew", a remedy made of Moonlight Grass that was said to be the "cure" for the erosion of the Mist.

At first, Faramis thought that was all a blunt lie—she was only putting on an act, ignorant and hypocritical as the other nobles.

Until that one time, Vexana thrust the last "Moonlight Brew" in his hands without a second thought—Faramis was stunned. It was equal to giving up the "hope of life" to him.

The "hypocrite" really wanted to save everyone.

Looking at the noble lady in a new light, Faramis couldn't help but think of his brief encounter with the kindly girl in his childhood…

The Mist was nothing like the incurable diseases Faramis had encountered before. After many failed attempts, he finally made a breakthrough by infusing magic into the herbs. And with every progress he made, he insisted on testing the effects on himself. Except, his frail body could only take so much abuse. He soon started feeling the aftermath of his experiments, eventually falling faint in his laboratory.

Lying on the cold floor, Faramis felt his life quickly draining out of him. He clenched his fists and tried to get up, only to find he couldn't even peel open his eyes, his consciousness gradually fading.

…

Faramis never thought he could open his eyes again, and when he did, he saw a young lady leaning over, parting his lips to drop a bitter liquid into his mouth. With his mind in a haze, Faramis found the sight overlapped with his memory of the girl in the garden. Looking at the strange but familiar face, Faramis recognized that she was the very same noble girl who'd helped him back then.

The girl who'd brought light to his childhood had come to his aid again! During his recovery, Faramis found himself smitten with the young lady who'd saved him from darkness twice. She was the only person who'd never given him up except for his parents. Open / Comment

2022-06-03 21:33:58 Open / Comment

2022-06-03 20:46:32 These are the southern lands blessed by the old gods, where rainstorms come and go, and silvery grass bathes in the moonlight's glow. Open / Comment