Biako

Three years ago Conquest was released, redefining virtual reality and gaming. 
‘An entire world on a server. Dive in and play the RPG to end all others; explore, create, conquer. LIVE!’ 
It became an overnight phenomena worldwide. 
Dave Ruster grew up without a family to speak of, he had few friends and fewer prospects. He lives in the same small town where he graduated from high school, and works long hours at a low-paying job that barely pays for rent and the food on his table. He can’t afford college, but at least he is not out on the streets. 
His life is going nowhere, stuck on a treadmill. 
Until chance, karma, or providence, call it whatever you believe in, intervenes. Suddenly, David’s circumstances change. 
Injured and unable to work, he’s about to lose what little he has. His fate balances where crisis and opportunity go hand in hand.
He can risk it all, seizing the opportunity to make circumstances work for him, potentially going further and higher than he ever dreamed. Or he can accept his fate and watch life from the sidelines 
Join Dave as he puts all his aspirations and hopes, all that he is, into the game he always wanted to play, Conquest!  
It will be a journey of adventure and discovery, victory and loss, as he strives to create a new future for himself, in-the-game and In Real Life.


**** Story is currently being proofed by our Lord Sambraga! (chapters 54+) so please bear with the mediocre quality of writing in the first chaps, it gets much better later on!****

Rise of The Undead Legion

The basilisk's six broad, padded paws kept them from sinking into the Southern desert sands. Crossing the dunes was like being on a rollercoaster, the basilisk sprinted up the face of a sand dune, throwing up plumes of sand behind, then came the descent, jumping and sliding down the opposite side. Rinse and repeat, over and over. 


Dave's armor was scorching hot to touch, the desert sun wasn't hot enough to cause [Overheating] but it sure did feel like it was. It felt like his already dessicated draugr skin was going to become brittle and crumble to dust. Maybe he'd evolve into a Mummified Draugr.


They were halfway to Mt. Glory when the weather changed. Dave noticed the sky was less bright and the wind had picked up, he looked around and then behind. Rushing toward them was what looked like a wall of roiling reddish-yellow chaos, the phenomenon stretched across the horizon and towered high into the atmosphere.


"Sandstorm! Run, Grumps, runnnnnn!" Dave shouted.


Oracular peaks