"Are we never going to find a way home?" - The Knights of Eldwood is a relatively small Player Guild in the Full Dive VR Game of Dark World. After being defeated multiple times by the larger Player Kingdoms, they're now forced to the most dangerous...
On the Continent of Schon, it was as dark as can be, the night sky, with its Moon and its little friend hovered over the planet. Trevor was riding on his Blackhawk that was flying low through a fjord. Four other players with him, leading the squads were a bit tired from the endless fighting, everyday, facing one beast to another. Their black uniforms were drenched in dried blood and mud, the men could only hope that their next destination would give them some respite.
The helicopter quickly jolts to its side after reaching the end of the fjord. It turns on its searchlight to illuminate the forest and the doors slide open, Trevor with his Operators immediately drops to the bottom of the water and slowly walks to the shore.
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"PRIORITY MESSAGE! PRIORITY MESSAGE!' Lifting up his hand in the form of a fist, the entire squad stopped as the water was just below their waist. "Send it."
"The League of Modern Nations has formally announced the first ever International Threan Summit in the Capital of Woodstock. Lord Hassan has called upon everyone to return back to City 01 and quickly prepare for transport to Geraldia." Trevor's hand then lifts from his headset as he turns his head to the rainy Schontic sky. "Faceless to Nightstalker, how many klicks are we from the fortress? We'll be needing to RTB back to Dragovh."
"A good ten to twelve klicks, over." with an audible sigh, the Knight General lifts up his assault rifle. "Copy." as another message came to him. "Bravo to Delta are all set, forest is clear, over." he nods as he looks down on the dark forest of the continent of Schon, where even the streams were hidden by the sharp spike-like tips of the trees. "Roger that, we'll link up in... Ten mikes. What's the news with the other Generals?"
"No news yet on the others, sir." As his finger lifts up from the speak button. "Just what the hell are they doing?" His hands went limp as he breathed a heavy sigh. Though the rain was coming down hard, he was still able to hear the forest, with all of the animals scurrying about in the branches.
He grips his gun tightly, followed by a gesture to move forward and the Black Ops Operators immediately put their weapons up, the sloshing of the water could be heard as their feet reach the forest and into the dark of the night.
Back in Dragovh's Kingdom of Meilurious, the neighbor of the Kingdom of James. After settling down inside the hunting shed, he looks around and sees that the place is full of children. Dirtied and tired, but well fed. Still with intact but ragged clothing and shivering a bit from the sudden intrusion.
A firepit was in the center, with beds made of leaves surrounding it. The tall bulky man in his shiny silver plate armor stood completely blocking the only way out. "What happened to your parents? How did you get here?" One of the children then stepped forward. "Lord Forswarn with our daddies and mommies had us kept here. He was apologizing to us, saying he opened something."
He turns around, Bahamut landing on his shoulder as she shoots a small fireball onto the firepit. "Master, I cannot sense anything, not even pick up the scent of the people who own that mansion." As the children huddled together in the warming heat, he on the other hand turned around, staring at the Manor.
