Share Unofficial fantasy lore and stories from Aden continent

[aguy]

I decided to write some beautiful custom fantasy stories about the beautiful world of Lineage 2 and its oldschool territories. Fictional theme, not related to the real lore of Lineage 2. Besides, everyone has read the real ones. Whenever I have a new story I will post. So without further delay:

 

The Boat Blessed by Einhasad

(Story written by me, proof-reading only by AI)

Part 1: The Stranger and Einhasad

One beautiful morning, Orcis the clan leader and Chapan, the beautiful female bishop, were sitting in Giran Harbor waiting for the boat.

"I have a feeling that this will be a great day, beautiful lady," Orcis told Chapan.

The boat arrived, and on top of it stood a stranger.

"Ahoy, fellas!" he called out, giving them a high five.

"Ahoy... stranger," replied Chapan.

"What brings you to this boat?" asked the stranger.

"We want to travel the world," said Chapan.

"And we want to conquer it all," added Orcis.

The stranger looked at them both and said, "I'm in a good mood today, so I will share something with you. Einhasad came to me yesterday and gave me wisdom—wisdom that will let you explore and allow you to conquer. Here, let me show you."

The stranger stepped off the boat. Then he stepped back on. He lifted his right foot to step off again, but he didn't; he only pretended to, stepping right back onto the boat instead. He repeated the motion with his right foot again and again. Orcis and Chapan laughed, but the ferryman was furious.

"Why are you pretending to disembark while staying on the boat?" shouted the ferryman. "Stop being a fool and either stay on or off! You're making me dizzy acting like a clown!"

The stranger stepped off the boat. As he was escorted away from the furious ferryman, he whispered to Chapan, "You can do this dance too. It's funny—try it."

As the ferryman and the stranger walked away, Orcis and Chapan started doing the foolish move. They stepped onto the boat, pretended to return to shore, only to place their foot back on the boat at the last moment. They did it many times and had great fun. As they were playing through this crazy dance routine on the boat, something magical happened: Einhasad appeared in front of them.

"I see you have found wisdom," Einhasad said. "I will allow you your wisdom, but you are never to step on the boat more than 127 times. And you must never go to the man who lives forever alone on the Primeval Isle, for he can see through your dance and will not like it."

Einhasad vanished, the boat departed, and our comedic duo continued their journey...

Part 2: The Greatest Healer and the Castle Lord

Two days later, a boat arrived at Rune Harbor. Off it stepped an orc and a healer.

"You take the town, lady—find a mercenary to help you. I will go take the castle," said the orc.

A couple of minutes later, the lone orc appeared at a siege-battered castle. The defenders were repairing the fortress after successfully repelling an attacking force. They saw the orc walking toward the castle with small, steady steps and laughed at him.

"Who dares walk against the mightiest clan alone?"

The orc continued on his path until he was close to the defenders. Bows were armed; swords were unsheathed. The defenders lunged at the orc, only to find it impossible to hit him. Their weapons could not touch his skin or armor and were instantly repelled. They chased behind the orc, who proceeded into the engraving room and began commune with the artifact, all while the defenders tried in vain to slash and blunt him. Nothing landed—not a single blow. The orc was casting as peacefully as if he were in town, completely uninterrupted.

"Masters, masters!" a voice shouted. "I bring bad news from the city! There is a female healer—she came with an orc and a mercenary. They killed the guards, wiped out our force, and took over the city!"

"How could that be?" said the castle masters, momentarily forgetting that an orc was actively taking their castle.

"The healer, masters! The healer—she can't be killed! Our swords slip right off her armor!"

Before they could respond, the engraving completed.

"I am now your master, your voice, your ruler," the orc declared. "Bow before me, for I am blessed by Einhasad and I am immortal!"

Part 3: The Sanctuary of Primeval Isle

Three days later, a female human healer stepped off the boat onto Primeval Isle. She had fool-stepped on the boat 126 times now, taking care never to exceed 127—for as Einhasad had warned, doing so would make her mortal again.

"I seek the ruler of this island, for he is to bow before me," she announced.

Suddenly, an arrow flew through the dense foliage of Primeval Isle. It pierced straight through the healer's armor and crushed her to the ground. As her eyes closed in her final moments, she heard the voice of Einhasad echo the old warning given to them days ago:

"Primeval Isle is sacred. The man who lives there forever has made it so—for I might not have given him wisdom, but I have given him luck."

The End

 

The Man at Primeval Isle

Word reached the newly crowned King of the Aden territory—Orcis the Orc—about the tragic end of his beloved Chapan, who had dared to set foot upon the fog-shrouded shores of Primeval Isle. A thousand bards sang in the grand halls, yet not a single melody could soothe the sovereign's profound rage and grief.

Days bled into weeks. The court watched their ruler wither in inconsolable silence, until a lone traveler requested an audience at the castle gates.

"My Lord," the captain of the guard announced, kneeling before the throne. "A wanderer demands entry. He claims to hold the key to the island."

"The island?" Orcis grunted, his voice like grinding stone.

"He speaks of a way to walk upon those cursed sands untouched by mortality... and to face the solitary warden who governs the primeval wild."

"Bring him in," ordered the King.

When the stranger approached the dais, Orcis instantly recognized the weathered face. It was the enigmatic figure from Giran Harbor—the nomad who had first taught them the strange ritual of steps that granted them divine immunity.

The wanderer bowed low, but Orcis raised a hand. "Rise, old friend. This kingdom was forged on the strange wisdom you shared. Speak. What do you know of the island’s master?"

The stranger leaned in, his eyes gleaming with secret knowledge.

"The warden believes his sanctuary is absolute, my King—that the ancient currents protecting his domain cannot be broken by the dance of the harbor," the stranger whispered. "Yet in his pride, he misjudged the rhythm of the crossing. He guards against those who linger in the threshold...

 

... but he never foresaw what happens when the voyage comes to its absolute end."

[aguy]

Expanding the dominion, the magical Scroll of Escape

 

The months passed and Orcis dominance over Aden was absolute. Everyone respected his leadership and authority. Now many of his highly ranked soldiers have learned the boat dance of invulnerability but the army had trouble mastering it. 

 

The orc ordered his most loyal engineer, that stranger who his name we still query, to find a way to teach the dance to the solders to turn them into super-soldiers. The stranger searched and search ed and searched, but he could not make the dance easier. For a soldier, with his heavy armor and slow movement was confined to the limits that this shell provided.

 

But sometimes, the truth hides in simpler things. One day, after testing the dance on the boat many times, the stranger decided to call it a day. But he was too tired to walk back to the city from the Giran Harbor. So he opened his back and used a scroll of escape while still on the boat.  He visited the weapons store, then the church and later decided to go to the west gate of Giran, to do some light sparring with the random villagers. 

 

To his surprise, he could not fight the villagers. Whenever they tried to swing on him, their sword bounced away. And so it came to the strnager, that its not the dance that makes Einhasad bless him with immortality. It's not gods themselves, but an inherent flaw of the mortal world. 

 

And so ... he went to the king, with a bright idea, and a bunch of Scrolls of Escape in hand.

 

Master I know of a way. And I know of a thousand other ways to trick the gods and gain immortality without dancing infront of them. For it is not the blessing of Einhasad that gives us the gift. 

 

The gods have erred, the world is flawed and only a redesign of the nature's principles can now stop us ...

 

 

Epilogue

Years ago, there have been stories of people spontaneously blessed by Einhasad. People who would walk on Primeval Isle or in Sieges and be immortal. The elders of the world, the wise ones, never took notice, never acted. For years and years, the ancient magic went unnoticed, but the stranger, figured it out. There's no magic. There never was. And the only reason why the wise ones never figured it out, was cause they had their "telescopes" pointed to the wrong direction. For it's the insignificant, the in-exceptional places, where "magic begins"


(If you find my stories interesting, the next story will be about a Canvas in School of Dark Arts that overflows with Ink)

Edited July 30 by aguy

[Jovial]

Beautiful 

[heeshpud]

Looking forward to seeing where the story goes next.

[aguy]

Since technical talk offends people, I believe I should return back to writting my Lineage 2 lore stories. Here's the next one:
 

Once upon a time, there was a boy and a small adorable wolf. 

 

The boy really loved the wolf but as the wolf grow older and bigger, it became agressive and would bite the boy. One day the boy and the wolf decided to go to the city to buy potions. The road was long and hilly so the boy moved all his adena to the wolf bags to help his legs and reach the city easier.

 

When they reached the city, the boy tried to take the adena out of the wolf's bags. But the wolf would not ! He bit the boy and said "You will not get this adena back, this is my adena". The boy got angry. He decided to go to the pet master and ask for help. 

 

"Pet master, pet master ! My wolf is big, bad and angry and it won't obey me. I want my adena back and it bites me. "

 

The pet master looked at the big angry wolf, then looked at the boy and said. "I have a solution for your problem young one. I have magic. Dark magic. I can turn your big bad elder wolf into a younger puppy for free, all you have to do is spell the magic chants. Nothing more, no wolf modifying wands, just your say".

 

The boy thought about it for a bit, and decided that he indeed wanted to turn things back. But when he was about to spell the magic words, guards arrived at the pet master. 

 

The city guard captain said "Is this the big bad angry wolf that bites people and doesn't give back his adena ? We will kill this wolf !" 

 

For a moment the boy hesitated but he said "This wolf is big bad and angry, but I love this wolf and I dont want it to die ! Please don't kill the big bad angry wolf." But the boy was not fast enough. The guards jumped the wolf and started slashing on him with their swords. The boy didn't know what to do, so in it its final moments right as the wolf was about to die, it spelled the magic words.

"Pet master, make my wolf young and adorable again !"

 

But he was not fast enough. The wolf got slashed and killed by the guards just one moment before the boy could finish his last word. 

 

But as the words came out of his mouth, with the wolf's dead body on the floor, a younger wolf manifested out of thin air. The magic was real. The guards got scared and run away. Now the boy was left with a dead old bad angry wolf and next to him an alive younger version. 

 

The boys joy was even bigger when it opened the new wolfs bags and his adena was finally there. He took the adena and went back to buy potions in the city.

 

Twenty four hours later, the boy couldn't believe how his fortune would change ...

 

(No AI was used to write this story)

Edited 4 hours ago by aguy