You can put the lore in. I love lore 
I’ll see if it’ll fit into my game
(Note: Large chunks of material were previously established in Yamui’s story)
(Events of Yamui occur)
After the war ended and Fleio and Yamui were free to settle, they left for the isolation of the Alps, hoping to raise a family, but sadly discovered that Fleio was infertile. This greatly saddened her, as it had long been her dream to raise and care for her own children. With the joys of a family at home now denied to her, she began to seek solace in the tranquil scenery of the local nature reserve by working as a ranger at the lodge. When she first arrived, there were few individuals on staff, namely Caspian and The Hunter, who had a very volatile relationship due to moral disagreements over the upkeep of the wildlife, and of course there was the variable selection of hunters and nature enthusiasts who visited the reserve from spring to fall every year before it closed for the winter months due to safety concerns and a lack of funding, already apparent even in these times. Several years later, a new member joined the staff, one who Fleio instantly recognized as Nino Sage, Lana’s daughter. While aware of the Nino’s recent flight from their parent’s home, Fleio chose to remain silent about his presence at the reserve, both due to her dismay at how Lana had raised the girl in such a violent lifestyle, and due to Fleio’s own selfish desire to be a motherly figure to another child since she could not have children of her own. When Yamui eventually saw Nino while in town, Fleio initially provided little help to the search, until she began to realize how absent Nino and The Hunter had been for the lodge. She had intended to reveal to Yamui she knew of Nino’s location on the walk where they were ambushed by The Hunter. Unconscious and delirious for most of the ritual, she only remembers glimpses of the events, seeing Nino enter with the Hunter, the strange device connected to the altar she and Yamui lay upon, and an unshakable dread of the figure that emerged from the bloody mist as they fled the cave. Now on the run with her old friends, Fleio is left wondering what happened to Nino in the aftermath, as she disappeared from the area along with The Hunter once the Druid was released.
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OH MA GOSH, how many Essay’s/ LOOOONG STORY’S can u write?!?!?!
how long does it take to make one? bruh, YOU ARE AN AUTHOR
Oh okay
BUT STILL, how do you pump these out, like it’s nothing
I made this one last Monday with the last batch, forgot to post it,.
It really just comes down to having time (which I have less of with school lately) and inspiration. For example, take Yamui’s essay with the WW2 setting, I have several shelves worth of material on the subject both nonfiction, realistic fiction, and alternative history, the latter of which served as some minor inspiration from thee novel Wolf By Wolf for the experiments which gave the “Army Allies” category their long lifespans. As for some of the others, I just draw on various other books I have read and remember snippets of to shape the characters themselves (it helps I have been here for nearly a year now and have plenty of old posts to source details from). Anyhow, it has been like two weeks since this started, so roughly an essay a day or two averaged out isn’t a bad rate, and there are just two left anyhow.
I feel like I’ve read this one… I dunno. it’s still good of course
Caspian was born on a forgotten island in the Mediterranean, southeast of Sicily, to an impoverished family who lived as minor merchants in a small shack in the port. At the age of 12 he had become fascinated with ships and the goods they carried, knowing the spices within them were worth far more than the meager salary his family was paid for unloading and recording the shipments. Still, he refrained from outright theft due to his parents wishes to not further sully the reputation of the local populace, who were treated poorly as laborers due to preconceived notions from foreigners that they were thieving liars. This inhibition wouldn’t last long sadly, for a plague swept through the port, befalling both Caspian and his family. Caspian got better, but his parents went quick. He moved in with a cousin, who briefly taught him basic tools of the trade for theft, as the cousin had far less moral scruples than his now deceased aunt and uncle. However, Caspian was forced out on his own once more when he returned home one night to find his cousin hanging from the rafters of their hideout, with a note in his hand claiming he had not completed a job in time and this was better than the alternative. Horrified, Caspian fled the scene, stowing away on an outbound ship. Spending the next several years traveling between various ports, sometimes a part of the crew, other times not, he honed his skills in deception to perfection to the point where his career became a game to him. He began taunting investigators with clues left at the scene of his “liberation” of certain artifacts, which he pawned off to various buyers.
In a business like this though, it was only a matter of time before he encountered something more than he bargained for on a job. It had been sketchy from the start, with the buyer offering triple his normal rate for what was claimed to be a quick and easy job. Just infiltrate a warehouse in the outskirts of Genoa, take an object, and bring it to Milan for the buyer to pick up. The only oddity in the request was that the covering not be removed from the object for ANY reason. Confused, Caspian hesitated to accept, but he was never one to let an easy payday go to waste. And things went to plan, at least at first. The warehouse was far more heavily guarded than the buyer had reported, but still no match for Caspian. After vaulting the wall and knocking out a sentry to gain entry, he quickly found his way to the crate containing his prize. Unfortunately, he didn’t notice the anti tampering seal on the container, and thus the moment he opened it a piercing shriek began to emit from the klaxons posted around the building. Running frantically back to the perimeter, he barely scaled the wall before the guards opened fire.
Even his speed wasn’t enough to outrun a bullet, and he caught a stray in the arm as he faded into the shadows of the night. Barely withholding the scream of agony which threatened to burst from his lips, he stumbled, dropping the artifact, from which the cloth that covered fell to the ground. Cautiously, Caspian turned to face the mirror and thus sealed his fate. For upon doing so, an apparition identical to his visage emerged from the vessel and struck him savagely against his wound before grabbing the mirror and fleeing. Momentarily stunned by the fresh wave of pain wracking his body, Caspian pursued the strange figure through the alleys of Genoa, aware that every moment he stayed gave more time for the police to mobilize. Cornering the being in a dead end, the two began a duel, exchanging blows and feints faster than any outside observer could have seen, until it became impossible to tell which was the imposter. Eventually, Caspian struck a lucky blow to the creature’s jaw, giving him time to recover the mirror, at which point the creature vanished, with an expression of outrage initially, before gradually fading to a knowing smile. Disconcerted. Caspian fled the city, a full manhunt now underway between whoever he had stolen this…thing from and the local cops. The roads into other major cities being blocked, he fled to the north, overshooting Milan and ending up in a small town near Como at the foot of the Alps. Though initially just seeking a place to hide, he began to question what his employer could possibly desire from this cursed object. He had experienced its power firsthand, and the idea of some shadowy figure controlling it was not appealing. Thus he began to settle into the lonely town, taking a position at the local nature lodge and hiding the Mirror within an abandoned room on the premises, where he made a small hideout, siphoning power from the grid with a salvaged generator.
He generally got along with the staff and visitors, with the notable exception of the Hunter. From the start, Caspian viewed him with suspicion, though was unable to press hard, for how could he question another’s origins before arriving here without revealing his own. After all, he was still a wanted fugitive, ranked 17th on the most wanted list for France. And so the two began a dance, neither trusting the other, each trying to uncover their foe’s secrets. Caspian watched the Hunter enter the reserve in the odd hours of the night, but could never seem to locate where the Hunter went to. Unfortunately for Caspian, he ran out of time to find the Hunter’s lair, for the Hunter struck first. Late one winter evening, unnerved by the absence of his other colleagues, Fleio and Nino, he ascended into the small attic which he had made his home, and entered the room, pausing a moment after in shock. For the alcove which housed the Mirror was empty, with a little note from the Hunter reading:
“Let’s make a deal. You leave me be, and I don’t tell the cops where you are. I’ll even return your little mirror as a bonus. Meet me on the mountain trail tonight. Don’t be late.”
A mix of fury and fright rushing through him, Caspian rushed down into the lodge’s lobby, charging out the doors and into the evening twilight. As he sprinted through the wood, he was fueled further by the echoing of screams, from children and adults alike. Arriving at the base of the mountain trail, he rushed past a tattered Fleio and Yamui, their suffering adding further to his burning desire for vengeance. At last reaching the summit, he emerged into the rocky clearing to find the Hunter smirking back at him, a figure silently retreating into the distant shadows behind him. Unleashing a cry of rage, Caspian charged, caring not for whatever tragedy the Hunter had inflicted here, only caring to see the bloodied corpse of the one who threatened to take everything from him. And yet as they began to circle and strike, he recognized an eerie similarity to that fateful duel years before. As the realization crossed his face, “the Hunter” made that same taunting smile it had at the conclusion of their last duel. And before he could react, Caspian felt an arrow pierce his chest, and he fell to the ground, watching as two Hunters stared back at him as he lost consciousness.
Waking in a small cave, he found himself in the company of two children, their tattered clothing drooping off their hunger-panged frames. Feeling empathy for his childhood, he profusely thanked them before asking who they were. Silently, they shook their heads and rose as one, escorting him to the mouth of the cave, now just being lit by the rising sun as dawn broke over the valley.
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The Mirror is a timeless artifact that reflects the worst characteristics of those who look into it and manifests them into a physical form identical to that of the viewer. Its history has largely been lost to time. After being released by the Hunter, it struck a deal with him to gain vengeance on Caspian, being freed and allowed to hunt Caspian if it also took care of the witnesses who fled the Hunter’s ritual. There are only two ways to defeat it, one temporary, the other permanent but at great cost. The first was used by Caspian in the first encounter, which is to cover the mirror, thus returning the malevolent spirit to its vessel while it bides its time. The other way arises from the opportunity presented when the spirit takes physical form. While it is in this form, its life is tied to that of who it mimics, meaning that if the person who first looked into the mirror perishes, it takes the spirit with it. However, this will be practically impossible due to the current strength of the Hunter and thus the Mirror, making the covering of the mirror the only logical alternative. However, if subdued, the Hunter is alerted, and he will uncover the Mirror after a period of time has passed.
Nearly done, just have one essay left, sorry for the delays!
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