Laharl's Breakfast Breakers (Disgaea Fanfict)Silence had fallen over the Netherworld Assembly as the chamber emptied out. New soldiers for the demon prince Laharl's army stood in the center of the grand hall, conversing and preparing their cheap weapons and armor for the dangerous warpath ahead. Some held their silent doubts of the demonic prince's ambitions to themselves while most held him in high regard and looked forward to the carnage ahead. The cleric of the group was rather quiet, yet her gaze held an enigmatic sternness to it. Her long, blonde hair flowed down her back and the dress she wore flowed about her ankles though there was no breeze to cause it. Her eyes fall over the warrior that entered moments ago and was keeping to herself away from the group. A great sword of reforged iron rested impaled into the ground, its guard seemed to gleam with a freshly polished sheen and the handle was wrapped in well-worn leather, indicating this sword held more stories than its fresh appearance seemed to tell.
The warrior ga
Soul of the Snowblaze DragonAuras flow overhead as I march through the snow and hum my village's warrior tune to myself. Upon my back rests my knapsack that now carries little food. The fur that trims my robes are tipped with ice and whisk gently when the frozen gusts whip my cheeks. I grip the gnarled staffed that I carry much tighter than before. The cracking leather on my gloves reveal a journey that has cursed me with much struggle. Behind my furred mask my golden eyes sparkle and look to the starry sky above me to watch the flowing ribbons of ethereal light persist in their hypnotic dance. The lights mesmerize me for mere moments before my task returns to my mind more vivid that ever. The falling snow seems to whisk sharply by me and the howl on the wind echoes across the Nightfrost Mountains. To the untrained ear it would sound like the wind picking up its ferocity, yet I knew the cry of the dragon that lay injured upon the crest of the ridge.
The sword that dangled from its leather strap on my hip was brok
Kio and Kid Chapter 3Kid groaned as he lifted his arms and stretched. The sun had just begun to shine through the trees, and his back was stiff from sleeping on such a narrow branch. Slowly, due to a rather large cramp in his back, he turned to look and see if Kio was awake yet.
Kio was already up, skinning a small animal that they'd eat for breakfast. The fire had already been prepared and he looked up to see Kid waking up. "Good morning sleepy head." He said with a grin. "We're about another day out from the city. I'm just making breakfast so we don't travel on an empty stomach."
"It's barely daybreak. How did you manage to fetch breakfast already? Or did your little hawk do all the work for you?" Kid could finally feel the blood starting to reach his limbs once again, so he decided it best to carefully make his way back down to the earth. Stranding strait on the branch, he began to carefully hop them one at a time until he reached the ground.
Kio watched as his new companion traversed the branches. "Nah
The Scrolls of Nek'rul [Scroll One, Chapter One]Flaring gold and crimson, the sun had crested over the ocean and was casting its brilliance over the azure waters and golden sands of the coast. Upon the shore and sitting upon the branches of the trees that lay on the coastline, a group of adventurers stood, watching the golden disc set until the stars blanketed the sky with their sparkling wonder. Each a different race, but bearing the same tabard over their armor, the group gazed intently on the horizon as if they were waiting for something.
There was Zuya, the forest elf and priestess of the Snow Leopard goddess Kiliana. Her bright green eyes shone in the light of the setting sun with a brilliance that rivaled the sun itself. Her chosen garb was a silver robe with white trim that was a size too big for her and was loose, covering her athletic curves. Her auburn hair was pulled back into a long ponytail that reached down to the small of her back and in her slender hands she held a long blue staff that held or
The Unknown Shadow Chapter 2As they escaped the city, night began to fall. The stars blinking to life as the blanket of ebony shrouded the sky and the moon let its silver glow caress the land gently. They had found themselves outside the city in the forest where the canopy allowed few streams of moonlight to pierce it. Panting, as they had ran the entire way, Kio leaned against the tree, grinning. "That was fun."
"This is what you consider 'fun'?" Kid huffed back. "It's freezing cold out here, and now we have no place to stay. At least in the city I had an alley to crash in. But now we're out in the forest surrounded by who knows what."
Kio chuckles, "Man, you're like Donnia, you worry too much. C'mon, let's find a place to make camp and I'll set up a campfire for us." He beckons Kid over, igniting one of his hands with white fire, illuminating the area around them.
Kid follows him into the unknown world. "So is there anything else you've yet to tell me? About yourself? Your culture? Your...mission?"
Kio nods. "I
The Unknown Shadow Chapter 1The setting sun's golden glow cast its radiance over the marble city of Vuelen. The white stone reflecting its brilliance and causing much of the city, especially the temple to glow like an otherworldly construct. At the foot of the temple sat a boy, dressed in blue pants, a black t-shirt and blue-steel bracers. At his side was a gnarled staff and a book with a glowing rune upon it. His hat made of black leather tilted on his head as he breathed softly.
In different portion of the city sat another young boy. Disliking the bright sheen and the freezing cold cast by the marble, he hid in a dark corner of a barely-used back alley. His clothes were rags, his dark hair was frizzy and a tad unkempt, and he paid little heed to the people walking by the alley's entrance. For the time being, he baited his time and softly slept, making sure no stranger wandered too close.
A hawk curiously watched from atop the roof of a building, spying the young boy in the corner of the alley. With a mighty fla