SIR_NoNChalant

He hasn't had the best life, in fact, some would argue that his life couldn't have been worse, but there's still hope, even for a nihilist. As when an expedition to colonize the moon quickly turns into a disaster, he is swallowed whole by an anomaly and spat out somewhere completely different.
Here one can conjure flames with words and summon thunderclouds with a shout, but it's not all fantasia and ecstasy. The world seemed peaceful enough, but as he learns more and more. He realizes everything he sees is a facade, and what's truly underneath is a civilization built on blood and war. In fact, the whole world is in a state of war. 
Then to top it all off, solidifying that he has truly jumped out of the frying pan and into the furnace, Ragnarök is fast approaching, and there's no certainty that he'll survive, that anyone will survive.

EFFORIA WORLD AT WAR

As I scoured the box with my eyes, I took all that was meant for me. The pistols that had been reinstated to them. A sidearm which seemed to be a mix of a combat knife and a knuckle duster as its handle, all black. Throwing knives that were only blades, ovals in shape and sharp on every edge. Then there were some more interesting things, scrolls.


There were four different types and one of each. One was for creating earth barriers, it was simple enough. Another was for a wind spell that would act as an escape route. Creating a current it would toss the user at least thirty feet into the air. Then there was one that would gather all the moisture in the surrounding air. Then finally a fire spell that would create a freak storm of absolute destruction with the user as its eye.


They seemed useful, I only wondered why there was only one of each. I didn't ask though as the colonel always seemed to be on edge, and I'd regret tipping him over.


Officially A Soldier