《fantasial rise [HIATUS]》heaven's chant and hell's deal
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It's been 4 days since the tournament, and now our town has grown to hold humans, a few demons and some fairies, we expanded a bit more and we still are the main place to go to in case of monster outbreak.
we also heard from the christian church (they are STILL around even after this, and they became even worse), apparently our town is "a town from wich the putrid smell of hell is everpresent, a city sinners and false gods.", pathetic.
hell's lord has a deal to offer.
I have a deal for you, a new name, a new god, and a way to get rid of this despicable "church", all I ask for, is your class.
The hell, so basically the devil wants my class (fat chance) and he will help me get rid of the christians.
"Nope, don't quite want to get rid of them, just get them of my back.".
due to you refusing the deal of hell's lord, the heavens see you in a more favorable light and are more inclined to help you.
cool, we might be able to stay safe from the christian church for a while thanks to that,everything seems to be going well for now, no monsters, no assholes, no gods acting up, only a deal with the devil, that's what I call a good day.
Anyways, the city is plenty safe soooo I say, let's go into the forest to try and see what we can do with necromancy.
I start by making a bone spear to give myself a bit more of attack power and a potential spell to upgrade easily later on, most likely by infusing it with void energy or shaping it further if needed, I can probably work around whatever other problem that could happen to me as of now.
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"So, what now, we are plenty safe, our army is powerful and there are no real fun things to do as of late, or, maybe...".
I get back to the city and call the "leaders" of the races living in it.
"Alright so, the reason why I called you all here is because I think we need to expand our territorry."(Grode)
"Okay so, I mean, we do keep on getting more and more people coming but we still have quite a bit of space left, why do it now?"(fairy queen)
"We are much better off having more space than is used to reside our people, more farms, mines, less dangerous training grounds for our army, it's overall a good idea."(demon king)
"But, it would also give people a reason to fear us, both good and bad, on one side, they wouldn't dare to go against us because they will exagerate our strengh, on the other hand, because they fear us, they will search for "heroes" to defeat us."(human king)
"I say, we go to war."(Grode)
"So do I."(demon king)
"I still disagree with it, but should we go to war, my people will help."(fairy queen)
"I agree, let us start and unite our army."(human king)
The city of monsters and safe haven to all species has begun it's war against the world, mortals fear, for it's tyrant has ran out of fun things to do, may the world cower in his path, for the cursed tyrant has once more risen.
"Well, the world is now aware of our plan, let's go."(Grode)
"WHAT! You ran out of things to do so you decide to START A WAR!"(fairy queen)
"I'm cool with it."(demon king)
"What is that about a cursed tyrant?"(human king)
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