Guild Stories         

The Stone Story

         Tell me where you born form a womb that had long since been dead. Where you forced to feed on you own mother for the 6 months that you lay inside her dead body in the grave? Have you ever had to tear yourself from the flesh of your mother and claw your way out of a grave of stone a rock? I have. I then fended for myself feeding on small animals and dead things I found in the forest. Till the age of  7 or 8 when I stumbled on a small blacksmithing house. My first instant was to attack and kill that man and drink his blood. But I did not. When I was spotted the man treated me with kindness such as I have never seen. Him and his wife gave me food and shelter. Unable to speak not ever hearing words till this point in my life the blacksmiths wife began to teach me to read write and speak. I was with them almost a year when the blacksmith took me out to the old village. It had been abandon for years. We where looking for scrap metal and old weapons to mold. As we searched the ruins of the town I asked the man what had happened to make the people leave all their stuff. The smith explained that 9 and half year’s ago he and his wife lived in this town. There was a Lord that lived in a castle at the far end of the town on the hill. Looking in that direction I saw nothing but a large pile of Stone rocks. The smith explained that the owner of the castle was not of this earth. And that he would feast on the blood of the town’s people. Till they made a treaty with him. They would make an offering of one young virgin woman every week to satisfy the thirst of the Lord for blood in exchange he would not hunt at will the people of the town. One day the Lord was given a young mage woman to have as his food. He did not destroy her right away instead he keep her around this dwelling to clean for him. The longer that the Lord spent with the women the more he began to admire her and love her. He took her as his wife. One day the town decided that they had enough of the lord. They over came there fear and in the name of justice and virtue they took the women and burned her alive. The Lord was away, but when he returned he found his castle burned and destroyed and his wife murdered and buried in a pile of rocks. Enraged he and his son that had been hunting in a city far away vowed their revenge on the people. They went slaughtering ever human they could find kill hundred’s tearing the flesh form their very bones, very few escaped. The blacksmith took me over to a pile of rocks and pointed. " This is where we buried her. Strange it looks like something has tried to get to her body, Maybe some animal. At that moment it became clear to me for the first time. The woman was with child when they killed her. I was that child. The grabbed on of the rusty daggers we had found and gutted the Smith. He was on of those responsible for my mother’s death. I let him die slow. I felt nothing as I did it. I then went back to the house I called my home for the last year. And found the smith’s wife and killed her as well. I took the supply’s I would need and weapons he had made and set off on my mission. I knew who I was now and what I was here for. My mission was to seek revenge on all those who seek virtue, for those where the one’s that took my life from me. So excuses my spelling at times. I haven’t had but a year of schooling. The rest of my life to this point has been killing those who would seek to destroy me, and following the guild of the Black book of Aromiss written thousand’s of years ago that foretold the time of your end. And that is the story of my name born out of the earth and rock with no knowledge of feelings of kindness or love. I took the name Stone….

The Story of Shaton

   Her name a is Shaton form the Aramaic word meaning devil. Long since before the day's of Christ there was a league demon's cast to this planet to be punished by god for there mistakes in heaven. One of these demon's name was Herita. His treason was lust for the women of the world. When cast down he took a wife of flesh and blood. Only one woman would take such a being into her bed. The witch Qeria. Her plain was to get the power of the demon to use for her own evil. One day while the demon lay sleep she cast a spell to take the power of the demon into herself. Killing the demon and stealing his power she was successful. There was only one problem. Not knowing that she was with child when the power of the demon was drain into her body it went right into her unborn child. Try as she may she could not remove the sprite of the demon form her womb. And at birth she died. The child was born beautiful but the maidens that where helping with the birth knew that this child was not of this earth. She glowed with power and caused those around her to feel ill. They came to call her Shaton, which means in Aramaic form the Devil.

The story of Lei Shane....

    Greetings, my name is Lei Shane the son of Master Shane. I was raised in a school of my father. A school of combat, and what some call self-defense. I have no brothers or sisters, I'm an only child. For many years I was taught
under my father and mother to read and write and to be kind to others and to
help those in need. At the age of seventeen I remember a night that was
unforgettable. It was late, about 11:30 at night when we heard a pounding at
our door. Scared I was for there was not to many people that came at our door that late. But when my father open the door their was a young man at our door who was speaking in gibberish, or at least I thought .The young man sounded so scared and was bleeding from his side, so my father picked him up and carried him to the back. The next morning a man was knocking at our door not alone but with a least 12 other men who were looking for a young man by the name of Stone. My father told them that their was no one here by that name. Not convinced the man slit my fathers throat. Then they came in the house, raped and killed my mother. As this was going on the young man Stone grabbed me and helped me to escape out the window. I watched as my house burned down to the ground. Never even now do I blame Stone for my family's death, but for year I followed Stone until I was able to do my own search for life and kill theses who killed my family, but before I left I promised my friend I would return when my journey was finished. Now that it is done it is time for our destiny!!!!!         

The story of  Ulcisor Gita've

            From the depths of time I have existed in the heavens waving my hand making one nation conquer another. I have seen all things and taken part in every delight that a god can have. My strength, my wisdom was unmatchable, my cunning indiscernible. I have been, I was, elite but no longer.

Because of covetousness, I have been robbed of my immortality and power. These gods, those gods, have created an adversary that will come to destroy them. Even though my infinite power has been removed from me. I am unwavering, unswerving, and patiently waiting my time for retribution to arrive.

I will find a way to eradicate those who cursed me to this contemptible human form. All who inquire of me know this: your fate has already been concluded. Many deaths shall occur by my hands and in order for you pitiful humans to recognize my power I have created for your fear a name: Ulciscor Gita've.

There is an Alpha, but I shall prove to be the Omega..............................

The story of Karthox Nazolix

                   I sit on my usual stool at the bar. Fortunately, I did not have to fend off the normal mob of foolish men that like to muscle the area... fortunate for them that is. Hmm, perhaps I shall provoke them as I usually do to make them think that their younger brethren had been joking with them. I am always secure amongst the shadows here, and with a single swift stoke, I can take out any one of these fools if they approached me with insult. Ah, to spill blood for the 6th time today.... how I've missed it.

It is the peaceful soul that can achieve his center much easier than a torn one, and I therefore pride myself on not having a conscience.. and being able to concentrate on the mass genocide of villages and armies easily, instead of foolishly trying to achieve an inner peace.

The story of Dakkn

          In the most isolated forest there lies an evil, dark tower. Forged from human bone and scorched by fire, this tower has been deemed impenetrable and the essence of evil. An army of dwarfs, encamped around the gigantic structure, were placing it in siege. Catapults and battering rams were readied. Archers and heavy Calvary were steadied. The Dwarven General rose his hand, almost ready to launch his great assault…

          On a far off Island in the middle of the ice glacier there lived a tribe of Warriors Named Gateira. They are a race of people plagued by an Ice demon. When ever the men would leave the town to hunt for food. People would end up missing. The Demon would capture one of the hunting parties and bring him to a high point in the hills above the valley where the people lived. They would here there love ones scream in pain over the whole valley as he was ripped into and torn apart and crushing there bones. When the people would find the bodies they would not be eaten but torn limb form limb. The demon was out only to kill not to feed. The people one-day decided that they could take no more of the slaughtering of their people. They took their bravest and strongest men, their mages and their priest and devised a plan. They knew that they would need bait so they to their strongest warrior cut him and sent him out into the cold. He was thought to be different born under an evil sign and had been hated his entire life. It made since that he be sent away as bait for the demon. The people then traveled to the place where the demon tore apart the fallen warriors to set their trap. They waited for the demon to come and Kill the young man. Instead after much waiting out of darkness came a noise. The sound of fast moving footprints all around them in the snow. What could that be said one man. Out of the darkness came their answer. The men had backed into a circle with torches and spears with magic waiting to be cast and priest waiting to expel the demon. When a voice for the darkness came forth. Your dare to try and kill me. You fools you have set me free. I was seek a host that would give himself willingly to me but none of the other men I caught would house my soul. Then you send out this one to his death. He had nothing to live for but revenge on the life that you made for him. He was more than happy to let me have his body so that I may escape this prison of the ice that the god punished me too. Now that I have a host the world will suffer. Down in the valley the scream echoed through the cold night air. The sound of terror was with the women and children as they tried to sleep hopping that it was not there fathers or husbands. By morning The people where all gone. The demon had returned to the town and kill all those that remained. He crushed the bones of hundreds and will not stop till the world fells the wrath of the Bonecrusher.

The Story of Kaiser Sosha

Off on a planet torn from a constant savage war, two men our sitting around a fire talking, one of them is drinking the other eating some fire-roasted meat. One of the men is dressed well in a high-ranking uniform, sipping on the last of his drink. “So how did you end up way out here anyway?” The high ranking solider asks. The younger man wearing a medium class soldier uniform, “Well it’s a real long story.” Say’s the medium class solider. “We have a lot of time before we have to leave for our destination. Plus, they don’t even know anyone survived the attack of that mad man.” The Higher ranking solider wishing to start some conversation persists at the younger medium solider. Looking at the younger man he could see slashes all over his body. He then asks, “does your being here have something to do with that.” Pointing at the young mans old wounds. “Well ok, I will tell you what I remembered of my life.” The young man pauses and then begins his story. “After I was found in a war torn city that was almost completely destroyed, I was taken by some traveling foot soldiers into the army’s medical center. They thought I might make it. My whole body was broken up pretty bad. The doctors took a look at me and said to the soldiers that after a few days and some medication this boy will be as good as new. I awaked from my half-dead state with a scream. “My head it feels like its being crashed.” The doctors quickly put me to sleep. The next day I was fine and most of my wounds were healed. But my life was gone from my memory. "What happened, what did you do to me? I yelled! "How do you feel Kaizer?" I feel fine, but I can’t remember anything. “Do you know were you are?” the doctor asked. “NO.” Soon after armored men picked me up. “Where’s my parents?” I asked them. “We don’t know, we don’t even know were you come from?” “I want to go home!” Soon after I was given to a foster parent. I was never told who my real family was and never aloud to stop taking the medicine they gave me at the hospital. 7 years later after that I was old enough to go fight in the war. My foster mom worried about me but let me join the fight against the imperials. A little while after I remember talking to my foster mom "How do you feel Kaizer?" She said. “Not to good actually.” I replied "Are you getting those headaches again?" “Yes. I still don’t know what's causing these migraines.” “I think its time to get you looked at.” “No! It’s not affecting me, so I’m not going to see any doctor. I just forgot to take my medication.” “Not, affecting you, huh? Lately, you have been holding something back, it’s not like you. You’ve been throwing about fits of rage. Are you sure your Ok?” my mother said concerned for my well being. “Fine.” I answered. “It’s just this war, it’s a lot to handle, okay? I need to leave I'm running late. Bye.” I left out the front door and walked into the lines of war and chaos. After a long fight with the imperial forces I went home. It was a long day, we fought a lot of them off. In the heat of battle I had keen senses and knew how to feel my victims every move. It was like I was a born soldier. People said I would get carried away sometime but these evil men killed my parents. I had nothing because of them and had no future. On the way back I noticed the city guards were missing. The town was in ashes and ruined. Almost completely destroyed. I went to my house and found my mother. She had but one weak breath of air to leave me comfort with, "I love you." See said. My whole life ends again. Now I went right back to the battle I had left for the night. I went to houses killing all that were our enemies. I woke up the next day with a horrible headache. I realized I didn’t have my medication. I didn’t care anymore. My life was worthless, I went town to town searching for the killers of my parents. I came up with no hope. I was changing slowing over time being alone. For some reason my memory was coming back. I remembered fighting in a war in a city with my parents. I pictured me along side my parents. We were all fighting together. My parents were excellent fighters. They must have been teaching me since birth I all knew. I knew all they’re fighting techniques like I knew the alphabet. Not only my memory was coming back. I was getting much stronger each day, all along it was the medication suppressing my powers. I started to get more powerful. The powers I had now were like no one else’s. These powers forced my new life to a new extreme. I was unstoppable and unbeatable. No one could step up to me. The more I thought of my parents the more I realize armored foot soldiers where not my hero’s who saved me but where the ones trying to keep me from remembering what had really happened. My parents were well known for their sadistic ways of killing. They were rough-less murders. I now knew why my craving was for the most twisted of killings. Not just regular deaths, but ones with a story. There were so many ways of killing that gave me what I needed to survive. I was delighted in this newfound flavor to my war ruled life. I was alone soldier with evil intentions. I didn’t care which side I was on. I killed and ripped the clothes off all classes and rank of soldiers’ rebel and emperial. Always looking for the man in my dream that killed my parents and that sent the soldiers for me. The man who must have made the medication in order to keep me from ever being a threat again. I soon would get a high-class soldier that would have access into the information I might be able to use to found my parents’ killer. I never missed a chance to use a new way to mutilate my victims through the use of slow torture. Each scream felt like a high note reached by a wonderful symphony. "You can stop now," said the high-ranking guard. What side are you on now, anyway?" he continued. The medium class soldier’s eyes glow in the darkness. With a dark voice he replied, "That’s a really high rank you have there on the badge of your uniform.

The story of Kraken Vizier

"“It’s been 24 years since I, Kraken Vizier, was born on the planet Brazah in a very cruel and harsh society with all nations at war. I trained year after year to reach a power in that I could strive to make a difference. Signing up as a low class soldier I immediately advanced in rank over and over until I had no superior except that of my dignified nation. I grew to be the greatest warrior of my time. Taking out entire fleets with my right hand and no one backing me, my heart grew dark and ruthless. With every death caused by my vicious force, I became more evil and sinister than I could ever imagine. Turning my back on my own commander… my nation… and my homeland… I decimated all keeping me away of reaching my goal of so-called “Perfection.” So far, and so long with no friends, no cares, no goals except that of gaining complete power, I then came to be alone on “My” planet. Aside from all the death, there was no species still in existence. I, still hungry for absolute power, took technology into my own hands to create mechanical, diabolical adversaries in whom I could use my power on. For years I trained under this method, gaining speed, agility, mental control, strength, and still I hungered for more power. At this time, I was 27 years of age. On the brink of giving up in my futile training in which I would never be able to unleash my forces on any living thing, I saw a great light in the sky, like a meteor crashing towards my planet. I unleashed all my power on this “meteor” which I believed it to be and there was no consequence. No explosion no sparks of clinging metal, NOTHING. Confused, I hid in the midst of a decaying warehouse to await my death by this mysterious thing falling from the sky. Mere minutes seemed like hours and to my surprise a metal saucer of some sort protruded from the fire and began to land a few hundred meters from me. Even more confused I began to walk toward the side in which I thought was the front of this flying contraption and then it opened. Steel steps folded out and a creature that looked quite familiar stepped out of the machine saying “Hello Kraken.” Astonished by what I just heard I replied “who is this stranger who comes to my world and knows my name?” The creature then responded “To you I am the digital image of your ultimate superior, his name is ‘STONE’.” Yet again astonished by this digital images word, I didn’t hesitate in believing him. “Why have you come to my world so abruptly and without warning?” I asked. “For I am warning you now, as of the future in which another will arrive. For as of one year from this day another from my world will come to gather you and bring you to your destiny.” He replied. Hesitant I stayed silent and waited for the digital creature to speak. “Within this capsule you will find a cloak with your destiny’s symbol stitched upon the chest. Continue your training with the items within this capsule for ‘in one year from this very moment,’ you will need these skills to survive in my world.” The digital image disappeared. So I followed the instructions and found within the ship a metal grip of some sort, which gave forth a dark red beam from either end, and a solid black cloak with the initials “KOD” stitched into the chest. “KOD?” I asked myself “what the hell is KOD and how is it to be my destiny?” I placed the garment over my battle tattered uniform and began to train with a floating sphere that stalked me from the moment I touched it. From that day, I have been training, training for power, and training for survival in a New World. Now, counting the sunsets and watching the skies, I wait for that day, the day in which I was told of, the day that I will reach my destiny with “KOD”.

The story of Dionysius

"He is evil, but is our judge". Sir he speaks of truth and justice. Just because he is truthful this does not mean that evil isn't in his heart. Who are these low class soldiers talking about? Me "Dionysius" the Knight and Judge of Darkness. All is well according to my plan until a true leader appears on my planet. He destroys almost everything but me. He saw through me and knew that I had evil intentions. He told me to join him or die. How could I refuse? He was the strongest creature I have ever seen. I trusted him because he gave me his name, no one ever gives you there name unless they have complete trust in you. His name was Stone. I hope that any who read this will be smart enough to join our clan of Darkness.

It is a mystery about his past. When did he emerge? Who was his parents? And what is his purpose in living. He has always been a Knight for all he can remember, a knight with a code of honor. Wondering from battle to battle....One wound to the other. One day, he enter a village. It was a small village max population was somewhere between 300-500. It wasn't what he expected in a village almost half the population was drunks, women screaming at their husband, trash all over the place, let just say it wasn't the nicest place to be at. As soon as he step in the village he knew to keep his guard up knowing that a village like this anything could happen. And something did happen, a mob of villagers surrounded him quickly forcing him to pay and entrance fee or they like to call he tax. The Knight looked strangely at the mob. "Money?" he said," I am just a Knight, I have no use for money, so be gone". Enraged, the mob attack him hoping to sell his clothes for a few gold pieces. One of the villager tried to stealthily reach for the Knight's Sword (Light Sabre), but the Knight spun around moving the sword to the other side of him. In the process the sword was unleash, a 45 inch sword with a yellowish ember glow like the morning flames of the sun emerging from the skies and suddenly blood spilled which spread all over the ground into a great pool of blood, bodies dropping to the ground one by one with a look of forgiveness (it seem like they were happy that they don't have to live a life of Sins anymore waiting to reborn and to start a new life again). As the Knight put back the sword onto his side he stood there looking at the warmth leaving each and everyone one of the bodies that he has slay. With no thoughts, and emotion to what he have done, he walk stealthily over the bodies and headed to the exit on the other side of the town. While walking on the path that lead out side he looked at every human-being in the village (which happen to be looking right back at him also) with a little smile he thought to himself it seem like they have to correct the max population sign that was outside the entrance to 200-400. And there he goes into the still of the darkness and fading into the back grounds.

"I am a Knight, I have no past, i have no future, And i have no Sins" Knight of the Seven Sins


Searching for something that was never given to him. Something that everyone wants......in life.