Roadobs Stories

For centuries, the North was a land that could be tamed by no man. But with time comes change, and change brings with it new opportunities. Now that the humans could control the fire, once thought to dwell in the hands of the High Lord Pyrorex alone, nothing was impossible. Aiming for the stars, the humans took off North, determined to make the North into their homes. One such man was Caelin, a former Enforcer turned Poet who was chosen to accompany them to the North to preserve the old arts and cultures of his homeland, the East. But in one of the volatile storms of the North, he faced a challenge of his own.

(Complete) The Black-Iron Legion. A long-lasting symbol and eternal reminder of the Fallen Empire's once-incredible Power. As the only remnant of the Empire outside of the Royal Family, they stand as pillars of hope to all they protect and serve. But what happens when one of their own loses hope whilst the proverbial barbarians are at the gate?

"Can I truly show myself to you?" Victor asked concernedly, holding her hand. "Of course you can, my love," I responded, staring into his beautiful crystal blue eyes. "Very well then..." Hazel was an ordinary 16 year old, living in a sleepy little town in the middle of nowhere. She was average. Ordinary. With little to no friends, she didn't know what to do when he showed up. From the beginning, Hazel knew there was something different about Victor. Maybe it was his strange and shifty behaviour, his rigidly anti-social ways, or the air of the outside world he brought with him. Hazel never could've imagined herself falling for someone, not in a million years. Especially not someone like Victor. But Victor hides a secret, one that threatens his very life...

"The monsters shall roar, so let them roar! We will stand in defiance, in retaliation! Our beastblood is a gift, one given to us from those above! So stand! Fight! Pay the beasts back for what they have done to us in double!" It was in the middle of the Second Era that the Plague struck down the West - a region left decimated in the aftermath of the Warlord Brutus' rampage. The Plague was a horrible thing - it twisted most into horrific monsters nothing short of the most depraved demon's lusts and killed many others. The devastation was untold and the West was barricaded to hold the contagion back, even the highest powers at Amber Rock unwilling to send aid. And yet, among even the most dire of circumstances, a form of hope stirred for those still alive.