Résultats de "Michael Chatfield" dans Toutes les catégories

Während Vuzgal im Bann eines Kampfwettbewerbs steht, untermauert der Stadtstaat seine Unabhängigkeit und Stärke. Alva bereitet sich darauf vor, die verlorene Wasserebene zurückzuerobern. Die Abenteurergilde schärft die Klingen, trainiert und kultiviert. Sie wappnet sich für einen Krieg–denn die Vereinigung der Mutwilligen soll ernten, was sie gesät hat.

The Tenth Realm has been lost, and Akran’s hordes of devourers and ravagers have been loosed upon the lower realms, dealing the reclusive and powerful Imperium a serious blow. It will take Alva, the Imperium, the sects, clans, nations, and city-states to band together as they did in times of old. It’s time for everyone to put their war boots on and put their cultivation to use.

Merely gaining levels and having a higher cultivation isn’t enough to pass the eighth realm’s test into the ninth realm. Find your truth, understand your reason; only then can you pass the eighth realm. It might be Erik and Rugrat’s hardest challenge yet.

Uniter of Dena. Guardian of the people. Death Knight: Anthony gained a few titles. So did the savior of the north, the Guardian princess; Aila Wranoris. The gnomish engineer Tommie. The mad undead. Redeemer of kin, last of his bloodline, Damien. The reborn battle mage, the honorable Lich, high judge Claire. It seems as if he stands in good company. Titles, honors, awards. They are little consolation for the dead, a grim reminder and heavy weight for the living.

Friend. Lovers. Blood kin. Humans. Beast kin. Enemies. Targets. At one time, humans and beast kin called each other friends. They weathered the bad times together and celebrated the good times. They even called one another blood brothers and sisters. They fought beside one another. Time has made these two groups forget their shared history - forget their past relationships. Now, instead of fighting beside one another, the lands at Selenus and Radal prepare to end their cease-fire and once again soak Dena in one another’s blood.

Star-crossed lovers? The mage and her knight? The Fool and the Genius, the world’s oddest couple? Claire and Anthony have a storied and colorful past. Ahem. It took Anthony nearly 1,000 times to ask Claire out on a date, you know? Like, come on. They were adventuring together for years! Maybe he wasn’t the fool. Claire, didn’t notice you there - don’t give me that look! You’re starting to scare me...Uh, okay, so, this world’s greatest love story continues, even though Dena is not a safe place....

He was a great warrior...who thought he was taking a nap. He was mostly dead. Anthony accidentally lived a heroic life. He was a kind, loyal, though somewhat quirky guy, who earned many of his nicknames through remarkable good luck in battle. He just wanted to know two things. Who woke him up from a perfectly good slumber...and why can’t he remember anything? As the daughter of the Dark Elf Queen, Aila had needed to prove herself at every step. When she woke up the Death Knight, he was a bit of a disappointment.

Warships now move in the stars, made of soul-gem constructs, built by mages and engineers, crewed by those who lived on Emerilia or within Earth’s simulation. The Deq’ual system stands with Emerilia, their brothers and sisters, and their family and fellow human descendants. The Jukal Empire will not let Emerilia rise peacefully. As empires grow, so, too, can they be toppled. Only one can remain; in their biggest gamble yet, they must pass through the fires of war, empire against empire.

Wins and losses, there is no time to celebrate or mourn. The Pantheon in the chaos has once again risen to power, some trying to take power from one another, others supporting the people of Emerilia.

The emperor has spoken, and the portals are opening. The Event is larger than anyone anticipated with Emerilia’s people needing to band together to survive. The creatures of nightmares and children’s stories might roam Emerilia, but this isn’t their land - it isn’t their home. The Terra Alliance will use everything at their disposal to gain strength and push back the forces that roam Emerilia. The Pantheon moves in the shadows, the forests, and across Markolm. Light, Earth, and dark’s forces only grow as they recruit those from The Event into their ranks.

The Victors know nothing but war. It has shaped them and changed them in ways that they didn't think possible. Now is not the time to lament on the friends lost, the wounds gained. The medics might be able to patch them up, but they can't heal their minds. Harmony is making their play for Earth, and the Troopers will be there to greet them. The Victors are finally going home over 200 years since they left for Sacremon. The last system-wide battle between the EHC and Harmony is about to begin.

The Second Kalu War rages across known space. The newly formed Union undergoes its first baptism, the baptism of war. The Free Fleet is barely holding the line against the Kalu. Salchar and the other commanders of the Free Fleet have one goal: survive. As war rages, politics and power brokering are at work behind the scenes in the Union. Even if the Free Fleet survives the war, will they survive its aftermath?

The Kalu are not a long lost nightmare anymore. They came from the black. They destroyed Rosho. They ravaged Heija. That was just the scouting force. They are coming back. Power those reactors, charge those rail cannons and ready the fighters. The Free Fleet is going to war.

Earth is safe for now, with it came some much needed surprises. Though if Salchar was expecting a break he’s in for a rude awakening, well he’s already done that once...but anyway. Lady Fairgate has sensed something has gone wrong at Parnmal. Thinking that Jorsht is now trying to carve out his own little kingdom, she sends Captain Kelu, one of her favourite enforcers with the largest Syndicate Fleet assembled since the Syndicate and the Union went head to head.

The universe isn’t always as it appears, something that Salchar and the Free Fleet know only too well. When the black’s own creatures come tearing out from children’s nightmares, the Free Fleet will be there. Some might call those that make up the Free Fleet insane, might call them lunatics. But in this universe, it’s good to have some lunatics on your side.

Salchar and the Free Fleet are tired, low on resources, man power and ships that should actually be flying. Yet they have a mandate, free those that are being oppressed. Sarenmenti, Humans, Kuruvians, Chaleelians, and the genetic creations of the AI called the Planner, Avarians, band together under the banner of the Free Fleet to go to the fleet’s birthplace - Earth. Life is nothing but a battle for a survival, and Salchar is going to have to use all of his skills to keep his people alive.

The event of myths and legends has started. The first spawn points have started to open, issuing forth creatures and people that were banished from Emerilia long ago. Dave and the Pandora’s Box group are advancing their plans and building projects as fast as possible. When an opportunity arises to take their projects to the next level, they’re going to have to use all of their tricks and crafting abilities in order to seize it. The Stone Raiders and the Terra Alliance that they have formed will undergo its first baptism. The time of peace has ended.

The EMFC Reclaimer returns home to the Sol System, its people still fresh from combat. The crew are in for some much needed r-and-r as they take on fresh reinforcements. But leave is cut short when an encoded message arrives. The EMF at Masoul are facing something that no one saw; they need the best; they need the crew and Troopers EMFC Reclaimer. When the Reclaimer engages on Masoul, one thing becomes immediately clear, Masoul might just be the beginning.

As the Stone Raiders come into a time of peace, they set upon building up their guild hall and getting back to raiding. Without the worries of immediate battles and constant quests, Dave and Party Zero are free to pursue their passions. New discoveries will be made and advances taken. They've got big plans and ideas for the future. What they start now will form and shape that future.

Mark and his brother Tyler survived the slums with a gun in their hand and a blade in their sleeve. While it won't get them hired at a corporation, the Troopers are always looking for trained killers. The EMF offers education, medical care, food, and real pay. They have a chance at a new life, one where they don't have to worry about a rival gang killing them in the street. With a 35-year EMF contract, the Victor brothers might have a new life, but it comes at a hefty cost. Peace doesn't last, and the EMF doesn't care how many troopers die as long as they complete their mission.