The Cleric Council

The Cleric Council

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WpMetadataNoticeDernière publication jeu., oct. 24, 2019
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Fiction
Fantasy
Noctis, a world of 5 classes merge together, trying to overcome challenges and live peacefully. Once they turn 10, they are put into an academy where they can choose a class that best fits them, or their family clan carries on, and they master it into an art. After graduating from the academy, a person either becomes a loner or a member of a guild. Some become kings and queens, travelers, merchants, mercenaries, guild members, some become evil backstabbing killers. Lancer: The master of the lance. Mage: The master of magic and spells. Cleric: The master of the art of healing. Archer: The master of the bow and arrow. Soldier: The master of the sword. All classes live in their territory, trying to live life to the fullest. Life is filled with quests, guild battles, and most devastatingly: wars. A group of friends try to overcome the odds and live, but life hits them in the face early on. Life has been intertwined with Mythology, and hurting the peaceful world they live in. Here is their story, written in pen and ink, and I've been chosen to freeze it in time. I introduce you to: The Cleric Council
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Noctis is bored of fighting the Magitek Troopers that seem insistent on raining from the sky every five minutes. At first the thrill of battle had been elating, but the Empire's attempts to kill him were nothing but frustrating at this point. Ignis shouts a warning, the hatch of the Imperial Aircraft opens up and mechanical soldiers attack. It's the same metal men, over and over. Nothing's ever been unique about them, not one has ever stood out from the rest. Not until today. -- In which Insomia never fell and the Empire try to kill Noctis instead, and Prompto never escaped Niflheim: he's an MT. However, the urge to kill can't stop the blonde's desire for friendship. And, of course, Chocobos.

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