Notic

See you later Jumpy. If you ever wanna come back into the community, you can always play an Oceantoe!

[!] A small note was left on the first page of the book. “This is an accurate retelling of the horrific events on the second demonic raid from The Last Light Camp on the shores of Korvassa. I am telling this from my perspective, and what I saw and experienced. Please enjoy, and stay safe.” -Armilas It was about 9 PM off the coast of Korvassa. The allied descendants had all united in the Last Light Camp without any hatred, all standing there to protect their home Arcas. Seeing as everyone is always at war, I was glad that people could see eye-to-eye in a time of crisis. It made me happy that we could finally unite against a common enemy. I would soon regret this. I had arrived earlier in the day, having been doing Ballista maintenance with a few of the other soldiers. Someone had put a rock in the loading mechanism (Most likely an imp) but thankfully we caught it in time. After that, I went onto the ship and prepared some medical supplies. Since I’ve never been much of a fighter, I thought I could do my part by helping on that end. I was one of maybe 3 Medics at this siege, but we tried our hardest to close the gap. At about 10 PM, people started showing up on boats and the Siege officially begun. I was scared, but I still had no idea the horrors about to befall me and my friends. I stood with my shield high outside the medical tent, supplies still being down by the docks. This was my first mistake. As the sky cracked, an evil laugh echoed through the night sky. This giant, fat yellow creature flew on a throne, his legions holding him in the air. He proclaimed down to us that this would be our last day on this earth. I took it as a bluff. Soon after everyone in the front gate was roused, an explosion from the Eastern Wall was heard. It appeared an Imp had blown up part of the wall, but thankfully we had soldiers positioned there. I feel that plan is why I am still speaking to you all today. I ran over to the wall with my medical supplies, demons already flooding in through the gap. Some druids tried to repair it, but their roots couldn’t hold them back. Hell broke loose for those soldiers as I ran around with Greta, a halfling medic, trying to keep everyone in tact. Soon after I arrived over there, a demon began to steal the boats and light them on fire. Many of the Dwarves pushed through the docks, fighting valiantly. That was probably when we had the upper hand, many heads of demons flying around and blood squirting. Thankfully, they didn’t rely on as much Malflame this time. As we pushed down the docks, I turned around to hear the screams of an armored man. I stood in horror over him as his arm lay on the ground, severed. I quickly grabbed the man, bringing him to the medical tent before starting the surgery. I stopped the internal bleeding, sewing his wound. This was very tedious, and before I could finish the rest of the soldiers burst into the tent, ”If you stay here any longer, you’ll be dead!” They exclaimed. The man rose out of the bed, beginning to follow them. “Your wounds will re-open if you continue to move! You’ll bleed out and die!” I yelled. ”I would rather die on the way home than die in this damned tent!” He snapped at me, running out with the other soldiers. Reluctantly, I followed them, looking up at the sky. My mouth dropped in shock as I looked at the swarms and swarms of them above me. I had heard bugs breached the West Wall, but this was something entirely different. Thousands, nay, Millions of bugs the size of a Human male floated about in the skies above, talons razor sharp. Their talons glimmered in their great swarm as people screamed, ”Run! Run to the Southwest Wall!” I looked around for any injured, but there was no time, they were fast. Closing in on us like bolts from a crossbow, I ran. One decided to stay behind and shield us, though. The mighty Kit-Kat Gardner, a halfling woman with the spirit of a lion. She stood before 50 of the bugs, her sword raised high as she slashed them down. For a while, she was lucky, taking out a good few of them. That was before her foot slipped. She fell on the ground, the bugs overwhelming her in what is the most horrifying thing I have ever seen. Limb from limb, they tore at her as she screamed in agony. They gnawed on her flesh, then her bone, until she was no more. By this point, everyone else had fled, and the only ones of us left were me and Boris Oceantoe. He tried to save her, but I stopped him. There was no fighting that horde. There was no chance of survival. As he screamed at me, I dove into the water, barely escaping them. We floated for miles, drifting about on the waves until we washed ashore. It still haunts me...what I saw that day. Limb from limb. Limb from limb.

Volume I: The Beasts of Old Deep within the mighty forests of the land before the first, laid the beasts of the world’s creation. Mighty stags with 50 horns tromped over trees like the triumphant giants they were. The great hedgehog laid in it’s mighty clearing, the infirm creatures of the wild worshipping it like the king of their land. The wolf, strong and bloodthirsty, lay watching from it’s mighty peak. It was hungry; Hungry for a feast on the mighty Hedgehog. Though, this was not all at hand. For the wolf feared the Hedgehog, King of the Wood or the mighty Stags. He feared that he was too small and would soon be the grand dinner of either of them. In his great uncertainty, he went to seek help from his friend, the fox. The fox was not like the others, not like the wolf. He was crafty and cunning, a trickster of the modern world. He made his home a cave near the riverbank, having made a bridge over it. Now, the river was deep, deep enough to where you could not get out. The fox thought this appealing for his defense, as the weak must be strong in order to not be eaten. “What is it that you seek, dear friend?” The fox said, his tongue forked like a serpent, and his voice cold like a storm. ”I seek help, for I am hungry, starving, and yet I do not know how to get food. I fear, fox, I fear that it is only a matter of time before they get hungry for me!” The wolf said, panicked. ”Very well, bring your prey here, to my den, and I will deal with them.” He said, the wolf quickly obeying and going to get the great Hedgehog. The Hedgehog thought of himself as a god among creatures. He sat, a giant, being worshipped by those around him. He had never had any awareness of the existence of these “Fox” and “Wolf” characters. He sat in his perfect world, the mighty stags being his friends and providing his kingdom safety from the evils outside the forests. He lived in luxury, only ever having to eat leaves and berries that were harvested by the rabbits of his land. It was a peaceful life. Soon, the Wolf entered the great dark oaks of King Hedgehog, fearing for his life. He stood before the robust mass that was this beast. ”I have an offering for you! I am from the land in the mountains, deep within the snow. I want to give a gift!” He called out. ”Very well, my child, lead me to this offering. I am quite honored of your worship.” The hedgehog boomed through the valley, shaking the very trees themselves. After much travelling, they reached the great bridge of the wolf. Surprisingly, this was no tiny bridge, it was a bridge that stretched out wide and forward that was large enough to fit one of the stag’s feet. The wolf began to walk with the hedgehog over the bridge, before the shifting of rope was heard. It got louder, and louder as the bridge grew more unstable. Suddenly, the wolf darted his head upwards to find the Fox clawing the rope off the bridge. The wolf began to sprint full speed off of it, jumping on to land before the entire thing collapsed, leaving the hedgehog dead in the water. ”You killed him! Now I can’t even eat him!” The wolf exclaimed in his great anger. This should’ve been a good thing, but the Wolf and the Fox were different. The Wolf hunted for food, the Fox hunted for sport. ”I did exactly as you requested. I dealt with your prey. You did not care to ask how I was going to do it, you were blinded by your own cowardly ways and frantically trusted me.” The fox said, his tongue hissing like a snake as he got an evil, horrifying grin on his face. ”You tricked me! You’re evil!” The wolf yelled, betrayed and confused. “Why would the fox do this?” He asked himself, “Why betray the very person he sought to help?” Soon after the wolf left, trotting back to his great mountain. The animals of the forest no longer sang of their great king, the 50-horned stags no longer provided shade. It seemed everyone had left, riding off on the stag’s backs through the ocean to new lands. The only one’s left were the cunning fox, and the ignorant wolf. [!] A small notice was written on the bottom of the story: ”New volumes coming next week, we will learn what became of the fox and the wolf.”

I wanna see some staff member fly around Brandybrook cinematically.

Sean Puddlefoot gives this the Chef’s Kiss of Approval.

RACE: Halfling GENDER: Male SKIN COLOR: White (Tanned from Voyages) BODYMASS: Average HAIR COLOR: Light Brown HAIR STYLE: Short and Symmetrical/ Buzz-cut FACIAL HAIR: Bushy Beard EYE COLOR: Grey CLOTHES: Shirtless with a Black Trenchcoat over his chest, opened. He has Brown Shorts with no shoes (Halfling, mind you). Just keep in mind when designing this madlad is a Pirate.

Thanks for allowing me in, have a wonderful day.

I have finished my edit of Odo, feel free to take a look.