CtheGamer

The Choice Stumbling down a dark hallway, he saw an ill light coming from the end of it.      The guardian spoke to him, “Take it easy, you are still too weak to walk.” He smiled, “I can’t stop, I have to finish this.”  The guardian was now silent.  He went on.  Finally he had made it to the room and before him was a giant pool.  The water was sickly green and it swirled.  Walking to edge he looked in it and waited.  And from it a giant hooded figure rose. “Greetings.”  It said, “I am the keeper of the Well of Wishes.  I have been given enough souls and now will grant one wish.  What is it tha

The Doctor    Walking back to the giant dome room, Thanno was greeted with the sounds of cheers and blinding lights.  He held his hand up to try and see, but all he could make out was shadowy figure that held their arms out.    “Oh Thanno!”  The voice made his blood boil, “I knew you would win.”  The lights vanished and now Thanno could see him.  Dr. Richard Head clapped his hands together and wrapped his arm around Thanno’s shoulders.    “What’s the matter you don’t seem happy that you’ve won.”  He had a sad look on his face.    Thanno scowled, “Knowing you I don’t

The Engineer/The Guardian Morning had arrived and Thanno was now in a new area of the city.  The area was vast, it seemed to be made for the sole purpose of setting up a market area, but there were no stands for marketing.  The only other thing besides him in this area was a single tumbleweed that blew across his vision.   Then a dark figure appeared.  It was walking towards him and at a steady pace at that.  Deciding to speed up this meeting, Thanno started to walked to the figure.  Getting closer he saw that the figure was male.  Early twenties maybe, he wore a white button up shirt with black pants and black shoes.  A large top hat with a

The Wolf    Night had fallen over the city in which Thanno had to fight for his life.  He made a fire to keep warm in a alleyway.  The fire danced across his vision.  And then something moved.    “It’s alright, you can join me by the fire.”  Thanno said to nothing.  Just then a large shirtless man walked into the glow of the fire.  It was the wolf man that Thanno had seen in the dome room.  Just like before he still wore the wolf pelt over his face and back.  His large wolf like hands twitched from time to time.      “I thank you stranger.”  And the wolf man sat.    “So friend, what’s your name?

The Wanderer/The Marriage/The Kingdom’s Fall Listening to the voice inside of his head, Thanno headed west.  He had no idea as to where the voices were leading him.  The days in the The Great American Desert would bake anyone alive, and the nights would freeze the marrow in his bone.  After traveling for one year and 4 months, Thanno had finally arrived.  For the longest time he had no idea as to where the voices were leading him, but looking at the map that he took from his house, it now made sense.  Starting in the southeast of The Great American Desert and heading west and up north a little, lead him to The Western Kingdom.   His jo

The Mage Thanno had no idea where he was going.  He had been wandering around the area known as “Warehouse” for what seemed to be hours.  The sun never moved from it’s high noon spot.  He just followed a dirt path, with warehouses on each side of him.  Never ending. Thanno groaned, “This is some bull!  I mean who makes a whole area of warehouses!”  He kicked up some dirt and crossed his arms, “Maybe there is something inside the warehouses that I’m missing.  I wonder wha-.”  as Thanno started towards one of the warehouse doors, he froze and summoned two swords, out of thin air.  One black and

The Blademaster    Father and son took their stances.  They froze, and then lunged at one another.  The father had a large two-handed sword, while the son had two iron longswords.  The father being somewhat of a large man swung the sword with ease and brought the sword crashing down on the son.  A wise man would roll out of the way on such an attack, but the son planted his feet and held his two swords up to form an X and catch the giant blade.  With his feet digging into the ground the son struggled with keeping the sword from cutting him in two.  The father grinned with pleasure.  He pulled his giant sword back to him just enough, so his

Thanno, The Guardian The Beginning    The razor winds of the Great American Desert were relentless as the sand tore and whipped around in the air.   No sane person would be caught in a storm like this, but yet one person walked in this barren wasteland.  Seemingly unphased, the person walked perfectly fine wearing a dark brown cloak covering their body.  The cloak must have been tied down to their body, for the winds would have taken it long ago.  A hood covered the person’s head and casted a shadow over their face.  The only thing that could identify this person as any gender was a short brown beard.   The man traveled on endlessly