After landing servants brought them to the Compound of High Imperator Ondska where they would be staying for the next three days. Most of the royals in attendance would have suites on site, but the Imperator’s estate took up nearly half of the western quadrant of the large island. High walls met at a large gate emblazoned with the Ondska Empire’s seal. As the large metal gates swung open the Imperator and his entourage awaited them, and Boshak admired his long blood-red robes, and while he was an old man he looked strong enough still to hold his own in battle. As the Imperator hugged his nephew he quickly ushered the entire party inside the estate. At the doors of his mansion, he turned towards the crowd of people, and with a simple “leave us” the entourage dispersed leaving the Baron and his Shocktrooper guards alone with Ondska.
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Written by Sanjeev Selvaraj
She knew it wasn’t considered “polite”, but the little girl continued to stare up at the motionless being for what seemed like ages. Levitating several feet above the ground, the creature in turn stared silently at the one tree that grew near the cliff edge. They were about a mile from shore, along a tall ridge away from the fishing villages on the outskirts of Bakurados Bay. The ancient, twisted tree stood on the tallest outcropping, and the little girl would sometimes come there alone to play. A large, purple-armored man hovering in front of the tree was not something she was expecting. “Mister, what are you doing?” She asked innocently. After a moment, the being spoke. “This tree is the oldest living thing on your planet.” He turned to face the little girl before continuing, “For two of your days, I have been communicating with it on a low psionic level in order to determine where I am…and why I have been trapped in this realm.” The girl kicked around a rock on the ground,Ohh…you’re new here.”
Continue reading “Chapter 8: The Bronze God Revealed”Chapter 6: Toron’s Journey
Toron wiped the sweat from his brow as he hopped back from the bolt he had been tightening on the large metal arm in front of him. Taking a long swig from his goblet he looked over his latest creation, a large suit of armor. The slime made his way behind a blast shield with a small remote as he thought to himself “Here goes nothing” before pushing the small button on the little black box he held. As he pushed the button he heard a series of clicks followed by a small hollow clank on the floor, and after waiting a few seconds to make sure it wasn’t going to explode he stuck his head out from behind the shield and saw that the suit of armor had compacted itself into a small box. Toron clicked the button again and the suit unfolded itself out from the box as Toron squished himself inside a small port located on the back of the suit, and as his slime body filled up the contraption he clicked the interior switch as the suit sprang to life.
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Prince Algor sat in silence. His room was lit only by candles that cast a warm glow reflecting off the Prince’s slick skin. Astral communication was a new technique the Slime Elder Magi had taught him to keep in contact with them, and as Algor’s body sat safely in the tower of the Royal Castle of Slime City, his astral form was conferring with the Magi and the Voice of the Gods. The drums of war had been beating louder and louder as Baron Dracktholm and Master Boshak grew their army larger by the day. The roads of Jalldoon were littered with raiding bandits, and fear was at an all-time high. The Voice had explained all this to Algor, but now the need for heroes was rising so action must be taken. All agreed that a team must be assembled to protect the good citizens of the Planet from the evil facing them, and the Magi knew of the perfect place for this team to base their operations. The Magi made motes of light dance in the astral air as the trail was laid out for Algor to follow, and the Voice of the Gods promised Algor a gift to aid his quest.
Continue reading “Chapter 5: The Shadow of War”Chapter 3: Meeting The Slime Elder Magi
Prince Algor tossed and turned in bed. His head swimming with visions of terror, and as he jumped awake covered in sweat he felt an intense urge to get out of the Castle. As he made his way down the stairs he could hear a commotion coming from Toron’s lab, and as he turned the corner he could see a thick billow of smoke coming from under the door. With a mighty kick, he knocked the heavy wooden door right off its frame only to discover a stunned Toron and King Valdar staring at him “ Al, what the hell man? What are you doing?” Toron asked him, putting the mouthpiece of the large pipe the two Slimes had been smoking out of on the table.
Continue reading “Chapter 3: Meeting The Slime Elder Magi”Chapter 1: The Search For Algor
It was a beautiful day in the Emerald Caverns, but a dark cloud hung over the entire Slime Kingdom. No one had seen Prince Algor or Toron in months, King Valdar had sent scouts across the entire planet looking for the two. Most of the scouts had made it back with no leads to the whereabouts of the Prince, however, one scout had an interesting story to tell.
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