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Ch. 14 – Dark Waters The night sky was mostly clear, with only a few small clouds dotting the horizon. Yoshiken had been laying for hours on a bed that he had claimed for himself in one of the small rooms on the ship, flipping through the many thoughts flooding his mind. He doubted that Jath would find him now, and was tempted with the decision to just hide out on Yoshi's Island for a while, allowing others to take up the responsibilities of fighting him off. After finally collecting all of his contemplations, he walked out to the deck where his friends had gathered to talk about their plans once they landed. The sound of the waves bre

Chapter 13: Shadowed Rendezvous Under direct orders from Zerroda, Jath had rendezvoused with Raul the morning they arrived in Port Aylberk. They discussed the plans that they had both received from Zerroda regarding convincing the rebels to take to the sea. Jath didn't particularly like or respect Raul. He considered him someone he couldn't trust, stating that as soon as Raul finished scamming the rebels, he would do the same to Zerroda's forces. However, the real reason for Jath's frustration came from Zerroda sending Raul on this mission without his knowledge of it. Jath felt that he was gradually being singled out and forgotten. There was

Secret of the Whitefern Mountains Namor Village was a decently sized community on Whitefern Isle, which was just one of the many islands that made up the Yoshian Archipelago. It wasn't as large or densely populated as the capital of the archipelago, Yoshi's Island, but the scenery was unmatched. The isle was shaped like a large misshapen shark tooth. Many small lakes and rivers ran through, creating a lush, green environment. The central portion of the island had 3 large mountains that held much of its natural beauty present. The ancestors of the current residents of the island held the mountains as very sacred, and so many today feel that

Ch. 12 – Fog of War Port Aylberk was a booming coastal town, well known for its pubs. The most popular pub, however, was known as the Foaming Tides Tavern, which had received its name because of the large amounts of foam that would collect on the jugs of Ale they served. The fish, especially the Perch, always seemed to be cooked to perfection, and you could always expect to hear great fisherman stories from the veteran anglers that frequented the pub. While the details of the stories were often blurry and constantly changing, the themes never changed. The stories would include pirate attacks, mermaid sightings, mutinies, ancient magical

Ch. 11 – The Art of Retreat The guards let go of Sanjo as they attempted to escape from the imminent explosion. Sanjo, seeing the bomb, also began to sprint in the opposite direction. The blast sent them all to the ground with great force. Noticing that this was his only chance to escape, Sanjo was filled with adrenaline. He immediately stood up on his feet, even with all of his wounds.  Though they were close, the guards never completely secured the rope around Sanjo's arms, and so it was still somewhat loose. In just a few seconds Sanjo was able to free himself, as well as find his sheathed swords on the ground where they had fallen

Ch. 10 – Dancing in the Rain "Uksha makkul ol kaleer." Anjil spoke quickly, raising her staff vertically, high above her head. A transparent orange aura emanated from the tip, and curved downwards in an arch, until it encased Latie, Sho-Hoshi, and his other guard. The heavy rain did not penetrate the magical dome, but instead it trickled down the sides. "Ya think that'll stop me? Gotta do better than that." Jan said, with a grin. He opened fire on the group, but the bullets ricocheted off the orange barrier. "Bloody wench!" Jan muttered. "You can't stay in there forever. It is only a matter of time, mate." "He is right...what are w

Ch. 9 - Fatal Confrontations Storm clouds covered the sky, bringing heavy rain to those below. It was mid-day now, but with the lack of sunlight coming through, it was almost impossible to tell. Jath and his group had quickly taken shelter under the canopy of the forest that they assumed Yoshiken was hiding in. Jan was still keeping his watch over Sanjo, while Ziarre was doing the same with her men. They both were growing impatient with Jath's pace though. Jan wanted revenge for the embarrassment he suffered back at the village when his gun jammed. Ziarre simply had a thirst for the blood of those opposing her. Sanjo had not spoken a word si

Ch. 8 The Legend of Aeryphel Moonlight dropped through the openings in the trees of the forest, as the darkness of night permeated the horizon. Yoshiken and the group with him had just set up camp, and were in the process of making a campfire. Each person was either gathering firewood and kindling, or preparing the grounds of the area so that everyone could sit comfortably around it. Each individual had their own magnitude of supplies. Some had tents, while others just placed mats on the flattest ground they could find, and used their packs as pillows. After everything was in place, Yoshiken finished their efforts by starting the fire. The