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Stories About The Deathless

PostPosted: Sat Dec 06, 2014 7:35 pm
by SinisterPotatoe
There is character limit, so I had to bring over some stories I wrote over to here. There will be a link to the main post with all the other stories right here.
http://helmet-heroes.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=8&t=9770&p=69061#p69061

Scroll down the first page to read more! I added some somewhere on the first page of this thread, under a few older posts.

OFFICER'S OF THE DEATHLESS: This thread is full of stories about the very best of The Deathless, only the best of the best can be counted among the Officers of The Deathless. These guys are only one rank below Commander. It is a great honor to be of the Officer rank. So I made these stories to show my respect for every single Officer. Enjoy their stories.

Madz The Half Giant: Madz was born to a mother who was a powerful warrior, and a King of Giants. Obviously, Madz childlife was anything from normal, as his mother soon left after his birth to good fight monsters, adventure around the world, and do quests. From a young age, the King of Giants taught Madz how to fight bare-handed, and with weapons. Being raised by giants, he struggled to match their strength in fighting. Although he got much better training than any human in terms of fighting. The other children of giants made fun of him for his small size, him being half human. Madz often went on raids of other nearby places with the other children of the giants, this was like hide and seek for the giants, being the monsters and warlords that they were. They brought death everywhere they went, wether they thought werewolves, men, dragons, or sasquatches, their enemies were nothing compared to the monster like giants. Seeking more than a life of conquest and war, Madz left the camp of giants as an adult after thanking his father the King of Giants for everything he had done for his son. Madz traveled the world seeking quests and adventure, just like his mother always had. He fought many wars and saw wonderous things. Finding riches, only to leave and seek something new to keep him occupied. One day, he decided he would see what it would be like to live the life of a man. So he tracked down a few man on horse back, slaughtered them, and tried to fit his massive body into their armor. Then took the horse and visited the nearest town he could find. He entered the town, his horse literally groaning from the weight of the half giant. The towns folk thought him only a very large man, as the armor made him look almost human. Leaving his horse, he walked around the town. He was not used to being in a town, as he had never been in one other than on a raid. Learning to live like a man was hard, but the half giant wanted to learn what had been the reason his father had laided with a human. He soon discovered that there was a certain charm the humans had that the giants could never have. Learning to live like a man made him feel like a person, he no longer felt the need to slaughter or test his strength against others to show off. He worked at a bar called the Red Stallion as a bar tender for a time. The big man scared away anyone who would dare start a fight in his bar, so the place was regularly a little safer from bar fights whenever he was on the job. One day an adventurer walked into the bar, and ordered a mug of ale. The man's name was Revivified. From a glance you could see that the man was something special. He bravely wore a chicken suit, while still looking bad ass. He walked strange, as if he had a damaged knee. Knowing from instinct alone, Madz knew the man was dangerous. He made sure to keep an eye on him. The man was a hit with the ladies, wooing and drinking with a beautiful young lass. Anyother man, with a fat beer belly was causing trouble. The man was stumbling around trying to pick a fight with anyone who might get in his way. Obviously the man was drunk. The man walked up to the lady that Revivified was with, and put his filthy hands on her. The woman screamed and Revivified instantly drew his blade. it was a one handed acid blade, glistening in the light of the moon from a nearby window. The fat man drew his weapon as well, a rusty scimitar. The fat man ran Revivified, his blade held high, Revivified easily side stepped the fat man, stabbing him in the back as he did so. The fat man yelped in pain as the acid from Revivified's blade seared his flesh. Then the fat man was silent. He fell to the ground, dead. At this time everyone ran out of the bar. The woman was gone as well. The only people left were Revivified and Madz, and Madz was not happy to see such violence in his bar. "Why!?" Madz barked angryly. "He attacked first, and I couldn't just let him get away with what he did." Remarked Revivified. The giant in Madz took over, angry, Madz picked up the closest weapon he could find, a meat cleaver. The two warrior's swung their blades at the same time, and hit each other with a crash. Madz swung again at Revivified, and Revivified parried. Revivified stabbed, and Madz moved out of the way. Realizing how evenly matched the two were, and knowing that it could be him lying dead on the ground instead of the big boned bar tender, Revivified smiled at lowered his blade. Madz was surpised, and kept his weapon ready. "We could use someone like you," said Revivified, still smiling, "You would make a great Officer for our cause." Revivifed threw a tattered note at the ground next to Madz feet. The note read, "Join The Deathless". It was weeks later that the half giant Madz joined The Deathless, an elite group of adventurers, warriors, wizards, gladiators, and now giants. Madz became an Officer for our cause only months later. Madz is a half giant man who swings around weapons like they were lighter than air. Being so big, Madz has massive strength, and soild defense. Madz is truly a fighting machine. Warrior class, Madz is a veteran in fighting, and has a thirst for battle that can only be quenched with more blood. Madz is a monster on the battle field. Madz is a powerful member of The Deathless, and in terms of levels is in the late 400's at the moment. He had the second most guild contribution out of the entire guild, and is second only to Revivifed in levels. He is a powerful warrior class and was likely one of the strongest Deathless warrior we have. It's only fair that Madz had to be given the rank of Officer after all he has done for the guild, and I'm sure all of us are happy he joined. Unfortunately, Madz left guilds recently, going to Neo. But now he has come back! We are happy one of our strongest warriors has returned. Everyone in The Deathless is thankful for his return.

The Beast, TopazBeast: TopazBeast was a gladiator ever since he was a young child. His parents were war victims from a country that had been taken over in a war that they had lost. His mother was sold as a slave, while young Topaz and his father were taken to the Colosseum Of Skulls, and locked in cells with the still decaying bodies of past victims, and gladiators, hardened warriors with frowns on their faces, unknowing of who they would be forced to kill next. On the first night the two were seperated. They never saw each other again, but it is said that Topaz's father died that night. Some say he was killed by a gladiator, others say he died of a broken heart. Topaz was forced to kill on that very first night. The young Topaz was shoved out of his cage by armed guards, handed a rusty blade, and thrown out into a large open arena with walls around it. There were people in chairs drinking wine, eating, and cheering for the violence they knew was bound to happen. On the other side of the arena a bony old man hobbled out of his cell. The man saw the boy, knowing that he could not slay another innocent person. The old man said, "It's either kill or be killed in this place boy, but I can not kill one as young as you. Draw your blade." Topaz raised his sword fearfully, unsure on what the man would do. The man walked over, and guided the young boy's blade into his heart. Choking up blood, the man died, and fell to the ground. Topaz's cry of anguish, pain, and anger echoed through the arena, almost as loud as the sickening cheers and laughter at the old man's dead corpse. Crying, Topaz was pushed back into his cell, where he cried himself to sleep. Years past, and Topaz was now a hardened warrior. Having been taught by other gladiators the skills needed to become a warrior and survive, how aviod to taking hits, fight with a sword and sheild, and fight dirty, he had killed many men. He had become quite famous. Known as The Beast Topaz. TopazBeast fought his way to freedom, knowing that someday he would go back to the Colosseum of Skulls with a group of fighters to help free all the gladiators, and find his mother. After meeting and joining The Deathless, the entire guild came to the colosseum, freeing the gladiators and slaves, and burning the Colosseum of Skulls to the ground. Although Topaz still hasn't found or heard of his mother, he searches for her still, be her dead or alive. TopazBeast has been in The Deathless for a long, long time. He was in The Deathless before we were even cool, or considered a good guild. He helped keep our guild the best it could be, and showed that he was a great guild member. Topaz is a strong warrior, hardened to the bone from his fights at the Colosseum of Skulls. Topaz decimates everyone at either PvP or GvG, as these fighting zones are nothing like the cold, hard, and dangerous that he grew up on. At one point TopazBeast was the highest level player in the entire guild. And he still is the Deathless member with the most contribution. TopazBeast may not be active much these days, he is certainly worthy of being an Officer.

The Pirate from the Silicon Valley, HakerSaki: HakerSaki was born at sea to a Duke and a young princess from Morthal, on a very expensive war vessel called The Blood Diamond of Morthal, a wedding gift from the father of the princess, coming with a full crew of sailors from Morthal. They were sailing off to a beautiful place to vacation in celebration for their marriage. HakerSaki was born shortly after the vacation was over, as the Blood Diamond of Morthal was making it's way back to the Duke's country. The Duke and the Princess loved their child. And the first month of HakerSaki's life was spent in the loving arms of his newly wedded parents, in the luxury of their ship. The young and royal couple were just heading back to their room, laughing and full of happiness. The princess holding their baby in her arms. That was when they first caught sight of a ship on the horizon. Thinking nothing of it, the couple entered their room. However, as the ship came closer to their's, the captain realized that this wasn't just any ship. It had a black flag with a white skull and cross bones swaying in the wind. It was a pirate ship. The captain sounded the alarm, and the sailors took up arms, going to their positions on the ship. The Duke and Princess heard the sound of the alarm. Frightened, they rain out their room with their baby in tow. The smell of gunpowder was in the air, as the captain barked commands to the sailors. There were bullets flying through the air, and cannons boomed as the ships fired upon each other. The two ships came ever closer, constantly firing on each other franticly. It seemed as though either ship could sink, there were holes in the hulls of both ships from the cannons. It was then that the pirates started to board The Blood Diamond of Morthal, armed with guns and swords. The Duke took up arms, pulling his saber out of it's sheaf. The Princess took her baby into the room her, the baby, and the Duke slept in and hid in the corner crying in fear. Meanwhile, the pirates and the sailors fought. A pirate ran at the Duke, and he chopped off the mans sword hand. The man screamed in pain as the Duke put him out of his misery with a quick stab through his heart. The Duke pulled out his sword and ran at another pirate. As the battle raged on, it seemed the pirates had endless numbers, and more and more of the sailors fell. The sailors were no soldiers or warriors, and there were too many pirates. The Duke fought hard, with tears in his eyes. He would not let himself die, as long as he had to protect the Princess and their child. With the rage, and knowledge that he could not let himself lose he fought with all his strength. Attacking yet another pirate, he hacked away at the man's eyes until the pirate screamed in agony and fell to the ground. Only then did the Duke cleanly behead the man. A pirate slashed at the Duke's back, the blade digging into his flesh. The Duke turned around as fast as he could and engaged the dangerous pirate in battle. The Duke quickly kicked the man in his chest, pushing him back, as another pirate ran at him. He slashed at the man's throat, only for another pirate to slash at his arm. No matter how hard the Duke fought though, it was pointless. Their were too many enemies, and the rest of the pirates were picking off what was left of the crew. The Duke stabbed a man through his chest, only for another to slash at his leg, bringing the Duke to his knees, as blood flowed freely from all his open wounds. The pirates stopped fighting the Duke, as he collapsed on the wooded boards that served as the floor of the ship. A man with a thick black beard and two blood stained hatred blades made his way to the Duke, walking on a wooden leg. The other pirates moved out of the way, showing respect to the bearded man. The man stopped at the body of the Duke on the ground, looking pitiful and weak. As the Duke lay on the ground gasping for air, and struggling to survive from lose of blood, the true Captain of the pirates laughed. "You know, maybe if you had a small fleet to escort you back to your home, this never would have happened." Said the Captain. The Captain then kicked the Duke in the face hard, breaking his nose. The Duke cried out in pain. "Your the Duke, yes? Where is the princess? You two will make for a lovely ransom, and me and my friends will be filthy rich. We wouldn't have attacked your ship otherwise. We lost many men today, because you resisted." The Captain stomped on the Dukes head. "If it wasn't for you, no one would have died today. The deaths of your men and mine are on your hands now, and I'll make sure you pay back that debt before your returned to your country." The Captain picked up the Duke by his neck, and pushed him into the arms of a nearby pirate. "Make sure to patch up his wounds, and then lock him away in the cage." The pirate and two others set off with the Duke and made their way to the pirates' ship, pushing the Duke around while doing so. "Find the Princess, she couldn't have gone far." said the Captain. The Princess was weeping silently with her baby in the corner of her sleeping room. The pirates barged into the room, swiftly walking towards the Princess, and closing off any exits. Crying, she tried to protect her baby, as the baby was roughly pulled from her hands. The baby was crying loudly. The pirates pushed the Princess out of the room, and escorted her to where her newly wed husband was, in a dirty metal cage, with human excrement on the floor, as well as rotted food scattered everywhere. As she sat there crying, her bloodied husband hugged her, weeping softly as well. The Duke then said, "I am so sorry, but I swear everything will be all right. We will be bought back by our country, and this will be nothing but a dream. We will raise our son, and he will be a great man. I promise." The Princess looked at her husband, feeling slightly better, and hugged him tighter. "Of course" She said. The couple were bought back by their country, but as a final parting gift from the Captain, their son was instead sold as a slave to an owner in a small fishing town called Silicon Valley. For man years the Duke and Princess mourned the lose of their son and searched for him, but they never found him. His new owner named him HakerSaki. There he grew up as servant for a rich family. Life was no picnic for HakerSaki, but he was treated nicely considering he was a slave, and had much free time to spend. When HakerSaki was not working, he dreamed of sailing the sea's. He taught himself how to fish, and sail, and spent his free time playing with other poor boys from the village. They did things like climbing trees, foot races, and practical jokes on people they didn't like. By the time HakerSaki was a man, his owner was happy with HakerSaki, and gave him his freedom. HakerSaki became a sailor and spent his first year of being free by helping sail a cargo ship, getting goods from one part of the world to the other. In return the captain of the ship taught him some basic swordsmanship skills, and how to shoot and load a gun. It wasn't long before HakerSaki got bored of being a sailor though, and came back to the Silicon Valley in order to receive training to become a soldier. Strangely enough, his past owner who raised him had been a great privateer, once captain of a famous ship called The Hammer of Morthal, and gave him training in the art of war in return for all the years that he had been his servant. HakerSaki now was a master of close combat sword fights, and a quick shot and reloader with a pistol. Deciding to become a privateer, he made his way to the mainland through an inexpensive cargo ship. There he became part of the Royal Navy of Morthal, and joined The Hammer of Morthal, a privateer ship and the same ship that his old owner had once been the captain of. On this ship he had many adventures, and was trained hard to be the perfect crew mate by the new captain of The Hammer of Morthal. It wasn't long before HakerSaki was second mate, and well respected by everyone on the ship, even the captain. Until the day that an enemy pirate ship attacked. As the ship with skull and cross bones approached The Hammer of Morthal, HakerSaki seemed to remember the ship. As if he had seen it before somewhere. As the ship came closer and closer, the crew took to their battle stations. HakerSaki took out his sword and pistol, readying himself for the fight that was sure to come. Then he saw the man. The old Captain of the pirate ship that had taken away his parents may have gotten older, but he wasn't any less dangerous. HakerSaki recognized him, and something inside him broke, as his heart filled with anger at the man who had ransomed his parents. After a lengthy battle, the Captain was captured, and was sent to prison for piracy. Meanwhile, HakerSaki said his goodbyes to his crew mates, as he took the pirate ship away on an adventure, eventually landing him a place in The Deathless. I would put more detail into the fight between the Captain of the pirates and HakerSaki, and the adventure that he had afterwards, and of course how he got into The Deathless. But I've been writing a lot lately, so I need to take a break. But one of these days, I finish this story properly, I promise. Oh, and if you reading this HakerSaki, congratulations to becoming an Officer. Bravo. :D

Notable Events For The Deathless: These are the events that made The Deathless what it is, or maybe even what it will be. Things that are important memories to The Deathless will be transformed into a story here.

THE BATTLE FOR THE TITLE OF "THE TRUE POTATOE": This was an epic battle of three of the 4 Commanders of The Deathless, The Guild Master SinisterPotatoe, The General of The Deathless Army DeltaWither, and Revivified The Conqueror. Unfortunately, spikyhusky10 The Co-Leader wasn't there to participate. The place of the battle was the PvP. It was a free for all match of some of the finest in the guild. SinisterPotatoe showed up in full bladed armor, with eight big spirit orbs above his head and an electric barracuda. DeltaWither showed up with full bladed armor as well, but with two Brooding Fire Axes instead of an electric sword. Revivified came in full coconut armor, and brought a potato gun, obviously dressed and equiped with the very best and most classy choices to fight with. The awesomeness came down on the PvP battlefield like rain, everyone dying, only to respawn and come back to whopp ass again and again. Finally, Revivified said, "That's it, I'm DONE" and took out the enforcer gun. SinisterPotatoe and DeltaWithers jaws dropped so far they hit the ground, as the master cowboy and Deathless Commander one hitted them each. After the enforcer gun came out, there was no hope in winning the title for Sinister or Delta. I don't even think Revivified even died once after that. After a battle that lasted around 10 minutes, the victory was declared. SinisterPotatoe bowed down to the new "True Potatoe" as DeltaWither declared "The winner is Revivified, "The True Potatoe"!!!! Revivified has been The True Potatoe ever since, and has proven himself the strongest of The Commanders of The Deathless by far. LONG LIVE THE TRUE POTATOE

VETERANS/ELITES OF THE DEATHLESS: These guys not Commanders or Officers, but should be treating with respect. Although members of this rank can not give orders, they are clearly amongst the best of The Deathless. They are the glue that holds this guild together.

Azurite The Master Mage: Azurite has been a friend of spikyhusky10, DeltaWither, and SinisterPotatoe for some time. Azurite and spikyhusky10 went to the University of Magic together, and is a master wizard. He was not happy with doing homework when he could be out using real magic, so he recieved poor grades at the start of the year. His teacher Gandalf The Gray even told him "You shall not pass!" But by the time he received his grades, people were amazed. He had the second highest marks next to spiky, and he didn't even do homework! He became a master wizard with putting little effort into it at all. Just pure natural talent. He joined The Deathless when he heard that spiky was co-leader, wanting to prove himself the better of the two. Azurite is spikyhusky10's rival.

DarkEdge The Swordsman: The origin story of DarkEdge is strange, because DarkEdge has amnesia. The eariest memories of the swordsman are that of the dark edge of a blade as it ripped through the flesh of his chest, leaving a big sinister looking scar. Naming himself after this experience, he calls himself DarkEdge. DarkEdge is known for his expertly crafted weapons, his skill with bladed weapons, and their sharpness. DarkEdge joined The Deathless hoping for a chance to find out what happened to him, and who he was. So far he has had no luck.

EX MEMBERS OF THE DEATHLESS: Here is where we honor are friends and former guild members.

FstMario The Dread Sorcerer: FstMario was born the country of Morthal, and was born with the natural ability and talent to do magic. His parents were ordinary people, with ordinary jobs. But they loved their son. Growing up, FstMario kept to himself. He studied magic by himself, wishing to someday become a great magician. He was interested in knowlegde, and often visited many different libraries. FstMario read a few books a week. Life was normal and ordinary, and dispite his obvious talent in magic, it seemed he would live a normal life. Without a way to hone his powers, they might never become as great as they could be. Knowing that he needed training in order to become the master of magic that he knew he could be, FstMario took off, running away from home under the cover of the night. He wished to find a master that could teach him the ways of magic, but without knowing where a master could be, he ended up living on the streets of Morthal. With no money, no food, no shelter, and no one to care for him, he spent his days in the library, learning what he could of magic from the books. Until the day the man who would change his life walked into the library. He was the King of Morthal. Glancing at the grubby half starved young man, the King knew from a glance how talented the boy was. The King walked up to the young man. FstMario knew from just a look that his life was about to change. The King took FstMario under his wing. Treating the young man like that of a fellow higher class citizen, with royal blood even. The King and many different teachers trained FstMario in many different forms, but all FstMario really cared about was his training as a magician. This is what he was best at too. Growing up under the care of the king King, FstMario was well feed, taking care of, and happy. To the King he was like a son. Before long FstMario had grown into a powerful magician, earning a spot at the King's side, as his advisor, personal Wizard, and body guard. It was that the King had two twins with his wife. As time passed, the King had yet another son. FstMario was happy, and swore to defend the live's of the King's children, behind the scenes. Unfortuately the King became more and more distant, as he and his wife were spending more and more time with their children. But FstMario was not upset, he was happy. He wished the King only the best, and hoped to serve the next generation of the royal family of Morthal, as he had for the King for the last couple years. As the years went by, FstMario only became more and more powerful, researching different forms of magic through the large libary that he had borrowed books from as a little boy. Exploring the castle which he, the King and Queen, their children, and many others lived, FstMario by accident found a hidden passageway. Tired and out of breath, he had just finished a day of training the youngest child of King in swordsmanship. The young buy was no doubt talented, he would someday be a great man, and a great warrior, thought FstMario. FstMario leaned on the nearby brick wall to catch his breath, only for it to move, FstMario stumbled backwards, no surface on his back to keep his balance. The brick wall closed, leaving him alone in the dark as FstMario fell to the wood floor below. Knowing a spell for light, he created a sphere of heat and light, and looked around himself. The light shone on the walls surrounding him, and he saw, bookshelfs full of many coloured books. Excited, he made his way to one the ancient bookshelfs, cobwebs everywhere. Picking up a book at random, he blowed the dust off it's cover. It said, magica. FstMario could literally feel strange power coming from the book. He opened it up, and a bright white light shined everywhere. The light disappeared, and the book had gone. It was literally gone. Wow, thought FstMario. It was a mistery. The book had said magica, does that mean it gave him more magical energy? After reading a few more books and having similar experiences, FstMario found his way out of the forgotten library, and made his way back to his room. FstMario slept like a baby. In the morning he felt better than ever. FstMario finally started to piece together what the books in the forgotten library had done to him. They had made him stronger. The magica book had given him slightly more magica, and whatever was written on the front of the book, he got slightly better at after reading it. The books must have been written and created by a powerful sorcerer, no magician could have created something as powerful as one of these books, and their were thousands of them in here. After reading many more of the books, training the King's kids, and other tasks, FstMario went to bed thinking of how the sorcerer created these books, who did it, and why. While in bed, the idea occured to him of how the books were made. Pieces of the socerers body, spirit, heart, and magic had all been used to create the books he had been reading. The very thought was disturbing. What had happened to the sorcerer? And did he have peices of the sorcerer's magic and soul inside him now? The very thought made him sick. Suddenly he heard screams coming from the throne room. Bringing with him his magic darkane staff and a sword, he entered the throne room. Their stood the oldest of the King's children, holding a sword, and covered in blood. He stood over his parents, as if they weren't even there. The blood he was covered in was that of his own parents. The boy was next in line for the throne, and seemingly just couldn't wait, so he had killed his own parents, killed the King that had been kind enough to raise FstMario. Rage and sorrow rose from FstMario, but before he could kill the murderous boy, the boy ran off. Knowing that know that the old King was dead, and the murderer of a boy was next in line, he packed his things and made his way to the forgotten library. He read every book, every single one disappearing in a bright light just like that of all the others he read. The more books he read, the more he felt the soul of a strong and magical spirit inside him. He read every single book in the library, until there was only one left. It was in the middle of the now empty library. He took the book. On the cover of the book, "Soul" was written. The book did not disappear after being opened, like the others did. After hours of reading, he had finished reading the book. The book was a diary. A past princess had written the book, she had had even more magical talent than FstMario. Her strength in and knowledge of magic made FstMario look like nothing but a beginner. The story of the girl made FstMario cry, as she had felt unloved, and had commited suicide through her magic, as her life was so painful for her to live that she used her magic to create a library literally made from her flesh, blood, magic, heart, and even her soul. From that point on, FstMario would never be completely alone inside his head, as the girl now lived inside her body. As their souls became one, as FstMario had read everything that was left of her. Through this he gained her immense powers. Now, he was more than a master wizard. He was a dread sorcerer. With the power of the girl sorcerer, and his own combined, he had become truly powerful. And the girl, no longer alone, finally found a friend and higher meaning. FstMario left the kingdom of Morthal, although he had lost his friend the King, he had made a new one. The girl and him became great friends, relying on each other. And they were happy. FstMario joined The Deathless sometime later after traveling the world adventuring with his friend the dead princess, becoming more and more powerful, and becoming at peace with himself. FstMario is the most powerful magic user in all of The Deathless, with the strength of both a sorcerer girl, and a boy wizard, all in one body. He is unstoppable on the battle field, and is much more powerful than even the guild master SinisterPotatoe. FstMario has since moved on to create his own guild. We wish him the best of luck.

OFFICIAL PETS OF THE DEATHLESS: This is the section for all the best pets in our guild. These cute little companions of ours are important to us, so the best of them will be included here. If you don't care about pets, then go read what else we have, you damn animal hater.

Devourer The Night Stalker: Devourer is a night stalker owned by Revivified. Once Revivified let him out around a couple of our guild members in pvp, including SinisterPotatoe, spikyhusky10, and DeltaWither as well as others. He forgot that he put Devourer into attack mode. He whopped our asses. He is NOT just a cute pet. Devourer is over level 370, and kills level 300's without a problem. He will literally Devourer you. Enough said.

Ravager The Ozacode: This is Revivified's pet as well. It is over level 300. This thing will tear anything apart. There is a glitch in gvg where your pet will attack guild members. That's what happened. I got whopped just like with Devourer, and so did everyone else, no matter what level they are. Revivified probably did it on purpose to troll us and show us how awesome he is at training pets. It worked.

TheLuckyOne The Charnatto: This is one of DeltaWither's pets. It is over level 200, and it brings luck to DeltaWither. In other words, it made him filthy rich. Every time he uses my resale, he has 4 accounts full of loot and always makes over 500k each time. He probably bought the playboy mansion, 10 new cars, a butler and wooed a busty girlfriend with all that cash. On a more serious note, this is why DeltaWither is rich.

Scroll down the first page to read more! I added some somewhere on the first page of this thread, under a few older posts.

Re: Stories About The Deathless

PostPosted: Sun Dec 07, 2014 1:15 am
by HakerSaki_2nd
I didn't read it at all . but Anyways I just wanted a 3x coin guild in which This guild accepted me first before any guild , because this guild accepted me when i was just lvl 170 so I'll never leave this guild :D And we'll get it to top ! we can do it !

Re: Stories About The Deathless

PostPosted: Sun Dec 07, 2014 10:33 am
by SinisterPotatoe
HakerSaki_2nd wrote:I didn't read it at all . but Anyways I just wanted a 3x coin guild in which This guild accepted me first before any guild , because this guild accepted me when i was just lvl 170 so I'll never leave this guild :D And we'll get it to top ! we can do it !


Thanks for the support HakerSaki, and we will get to the top! :D

Re: Stories About The Deathless

PostPosted: Sun Dec 07, 2014 11:48 am
by Valen
saki are yo ureally a hacker ?
:lol:

Re: Stories About The Deathless

PostPosted: Sun Dec 07, 2014 10:29 pm
by HakerSaki_2nd
Valen wrote:saki are yo ureally a hacker ?
:lol:

Not yet :lol: :lol: IDK :lol: :D

Re: Stories About The Deathless

PostPosted: Thu Dec 11, 2014 8:40 pm
by HakerSaki_2nd
wow that's a long story and still being worked :) thanks SinisterPotatoe I appreciate it :)

Re: Stories About The Deathless

PostPosted: Thu Dec 11, 2014 8:58 pm
by Dauntless
That indenting though..

Re: Stories About The Deathless

PostPosted: Sat Dec 13, 2014 11:18 am
by Mariofan1
Just to say, I have a level 254 Lucky pet and It gives me over 2,000,000 in repguana sanction. :D

Re: Stories About The Deathless

PostPosted: Sat Dec 13, 2014 7:57 pm
by SinisterPotatoe
Mariofan1 wrote:Just to say, I have a level 254 Lucky pet and It gives me over 2,000,000 in repguana sanction. :D


What type is it and what name? I will make a short story about it.

Re: Stories About The Deathless

PostPosted: Sat Dec 13, 2014 8:00 pm
by Mariofan1
SinisterPotatoe wrote:
Mariofan1 wrote:Just to say, I have a level 254 Lucky pet and It gives me over 2,000,000 in repguana sanction. :D


What type is it and what name? I will make a short story about it.

Ssstark The Charnatto - lvl 254
ShrekIsLoveAndLife - lvl 251

Re: Stories About The Deathless

PostPosted: Sat Dec 20, 2014 6:15 pm
by DeltaWither
And to think i joined this guild at lvl 84... Some months passed since those times when i joined the guild and we were still noobs. Now at least we could fight a little bit Revivified in The True Potatoe title.

Re: Stories About The Deathless

PostPosted: Fri Aug 26, 2016 6:40 pm
by isa467
Bump these are great stories.

Re: Stories About The Deathless

PostPosted: Sat Aug 27, 2016 5:41 am
by Mariofan1
I would really love my story to be updated with a part 2: The return to deathless :lol: :lol:

Re: Stories About The Deathless

PostPosted: Sat Aug 27, 2016 6:39 am
by SinisterPotatoe
Mariofan1 wrote:I would really love my story to be updated with a part 2: The return to deathless :lol: :lol:


I might do this eventually, but I'm a little rusty. it's been forever since I've written anything. Hopefully I'll get back to writing when school starts for me.

Re: Stories About The Deathless

PostPosted: Sat Aug 27, 2016 7:33 am
by omega5
Make a story of The Deathless Trainer and Asuna :lol:

Re: Stories About The Deathless

PostPosted: Wed May 02, 2018 4:53 pm
by SinisterPotatoe
No more room on The Deathless Reborn guild thread, so I'm moving these stories here. I suggest reading. I spent months writing these, and their pretty damn good! XD

Here is a list of all the Commanders of The Deathless:

The Guild Master SinisterPotatoe:

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SinisterPotatoe was not born, he was grown.

The alien race known as the Cyresses had been researching cloning and genetic engineering for thousands of years, and wished to create the perfect warrior. Project Sinister was set up by the Cyresses to do just that. A genetic serum was made to create a perfect warrior, made from the DNA of the most fearsome of beasts, and the blood of the Cyresses strongest warriors. It was first tested a soldier of a race that had long since been defeated and enslaved by the Cyresses after a long war in the far reaches of space. The effects of the serum were almost immediate. The once proud warrior died, the serum turning his veins purple, and forcing him to cough up blood. In several minutes the captured soldier was dead. It was obvious to the scientists working with Project Sinister that the serum was unstable and dangerous. The serum was tested on many other creatures, with simular results. The scientists were almost ready to give up and Project Sinister looked like it was finished, when the serum was tested on vegetables in an act of desperation. Surprisingly, the serum seemed to work. The serum created a monster out of what had once been a carrot. The carrot monster was blind, stupid, and full of rage. Many tests were done on the carrot before the serum was perfected and tried on many other types of vegetables. Finally the serum was perfected, and was tried on a potatoe. The result was a sentient being.

The being was raised and trained to fight in a lab/training ground. It wasn't long before the being could speak the Cyresses language. Taught how to fight, and given training, it seemed that Project Sinister had indeed created the perfect warrior. The warrior was named SinisterPotatoe, after Project Sinister and the plant he had been grown from, a potatoe. SinisterPotatoe did not breath or eat, simply living off sunlight. He had the ability to regenerate limbs, and his body was as strong and hard as wood. SinisterPotatoe was studied closely by the scientists, tested in many ways, and treated like a lab rat. SinisterPotatoe knew no love, as all he was ever treated as was either a test subject from the scientists, or a weapon by the members of the Project Sinister. In return SinisterPotatoe gave no love to his creators. SinisterPotatoe was not angry, he was not sad. He felt no emotions. SinisterPotatoe was not raised, but trained. And as the years went on, the cruel Cyresses race were in yet another war.

Seven clones were made of SinisterPotatoe before the lab/training ground that he was held in was hit by a missile from space. The remaining scientists in the lab hastily entered a control room that was to take them into space, where they would stay until the war was over. Taking with them their test subjects, part of the lab broke off, reveiling that the lab was more than it seemed, it was a docked space ship. Taking off into space, everything seemed to be going well. The scientists were relieved, knowing they could wait out the war in space as long as they needed to. Meanwhile in the labs chambers for test subjects, all the SinisterPotatoes felt the take off, and wondered what was going on. However having never been outside, and never truely raised, the warrior test subjects thought nothing of it. They were stupid, ignorant to what was going on outside the room they had lived in for almost their entire lives. It was not their fault they were stupid though, they had not been raised, all they knew was eating sleeping, and fighting. Years past and life went on for SinisterPotatoe and his clones, until the day everything went wrong. Finally, the scientist's luck had ran out, and the ship was hit by a stray missile from the war going on down below. The ship was blown apart, killing almost everyone on board. The remaining scientists were finished off by the radiation from the sun, or the lose of air to breath, suffocating them.

SinisterPotatoe somehow survived, along with two of his clones. They were burned badly, and one was missing an arm. But being so close to the sun gave them all the sunlight they needed to recover. As the only three remaining surivivors of the attack slowly drifted away from each other, none of them felt a thing. They only had the minds of small children, and almost no feelings do to the fact that they were only treated as lab rats and never raised into the beings that they could have been. SinisterPotatoe drifted through space alone, not feeling a thing, for millions of years.

He entered a deep sleep, his body became still as it waited in depths of space. SinisterPotatoe's sleeping body passed through many galaxies, and beautiful sights that his underdeveloped mind could not appreciate. Finally, SinisterPotatoe's sleeping journeys through the stars, across galaxies, and through the wonders of space had ended though. SinisterPotatoe awoke as he started to enter the atmosphere of a planet.

Catching fire like a shooting star, SinisterPotatoe moaned in agony, awake and frightened by the sudden pain of the flames that surrounded him. SinisterPotatoe became closer and closer to the ground, knowing of the pain that the impact of his body against the ground would create, SinisterPotatoe tried to shield himself. He hit the ground hard, crying in pain and agony that he had never felt before in his entire life. There he lay, struggling to keep alive as his broken body bleed a sap like substance that served as the man-potatoe's blood. As the days went on, SinisterPotatoe lay still as his damaged body took the light from this solar system's sun. The sun served as his medicine, as his food, and as his very life. After a week, SinisterPotatoe got up, looking at a world free from walls, cages, and open. He explored the world on his own, walking through a seemingly endless forest.

For the first time since his birth, SinisterPotatoe was finally happy. He was free, and could do what he wanted. He climbed trees, dug at the soil grounds that had replaced the hard floor in the lab he was used to. He splashed around in the rivers, giggling like a baby. He was free. And he was happy. As he made his way through the forest. He came to an old shack. A man was busy chopping up fire wood, when he saw the giggling monster. Almost immediately, the man drew a short sword, dual weilding it with his axe. "Stay back!" yelled the man. This was not the first being that had threatened the livelihood. But at a second look, the giggling being before him didn't seem dangerous. The look on it's face almost looked like that of a smiling infant. The man, having fought in the Land War against Morthal, and losing his wife and child in the process, he was a little more accepting of the strange being than most.

The man raised SinisterPotatoe, just like he would have done for his own child. Soon SinisterPotatoe could speak, chop wood, and loved the man just like a father. The two spent their time together well, and the man treated the man-potatoe like he was his own child. He taught SinisterPotatoe how to read, fight with a sword, and even how to hunt wild animals. It wasn't long before the man grew old, while his adopted son still looked much like he did the day the two met. SinisterPotatoe kept the man company, took care of him, and loved him when he grew to old to take care of himself. The man died with a smile on his face, holding SinisterPotatoe's hand. As he lay dying he told his son what must be done. SinisterPotatoe watched as the life faded from his father's eyes, and cried. SinisterPotatoe dug a hole with a rusty shovel, and buried the father that he loved. After he was done, he cried himself asleep.

Waking up with the salty tears still on his face, SinisterPotatoe took his father's short sword, and a large trench with a hood to cover up his inhuman body and face. Traveling the world with no true direction or purpose. He gained the skills of a master swordsman, weilding bigger, and bigger swords. He sailed the seas, did quests, and even fought in a couple of wars. Becoming a sellsword, or mercenary, SinisterPotatoe was a sought out warrior, and well payed in all his adventures after becoming rather famous for all his endeavors. Finally, SinisterPotatoe decided to settle down and create a guild of warriors to be his fighting brothers on his adventures. He met up with a warrior named Cowz that he respected and considered a friend, and they quickly decided to create a guild called Cowtatoes, a name created from both of their own names combined. But Cowz became old as the years passed by, as SinisterPotatoe never aged, and only became stronger. Wishing Cowz well in his retirement, SinisterPotatoe ran Cowtatoes all by himself. Going on adventures with his guild mates, SinisterPotatoe only became stronger and stronger.

Until the day Cowtatoes was attacked at their base by a guild known only as Legion. Utterly defeated, with many warrior's lives lost, Cowtatoes broke up. SinisterPotatoe vowed to avenge his fallen comrades. After years of training alone in the same forest that he had first landed in when he fell out of the sky, he across the old cabin of his father, and his father's finally resting place. Paying his respects, SinisterPotatoe returned to the remains of the building that was the base of the Cowtatoes. All by himself, SinisterPotatoe rebuilt the base with wood and stone. After all the time that had passed, he had not died, when Cowtatoes was defeated, he survived, he survived the destruction of the spaceship lab he was born on, he survived landing on this planet. One word came into SinisterPotatoe's mind as he worked alone, thinking about this. Deathless. He was Deathless. So he created a new guild, calling it The Deathless. After many years of fighting, training, and meeting new people, The Deathless became what it is today. One of the strongest guilds of all time.

SinisterPotatoe never could have done this alone, so I would like to thank Cowz, even though he doesn't play anymore, spikyhusky10 for being a loyal friend, DeltaWither for all his good ideas and help towards The Deathless, Revivified for sticking with us through these years and created the awesome signatures that we use for The Deathless, Madz for being awesome and strong and not joining another guild, TopazBeast for being in The Deathless before we were cool, frostfang123 for supporting us on the forum creating a signature for us and soon running The Deathless Renegades, and FstMario for supporting us and promising to create a private server for us in the future. I would also like to thank every Officer of The Deathless I have not mentioned, your an Officer for a reason, that reason is because you are important members of the guild, and your all awesome. And thank you to every other member of The Deathless too. You guys hold us all together. Thank you everyone. - SinisterPotatoe -


The Co-Leader spikyhusky10:

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spikyhusky10 is a master wizard, and discovered that the fur of a husky dog is as spiky as it is soft. SinisterPotatoe and spikyhusky10 created The Deathless, and spiky has always been been extremely important to the cause of The Deathless. When spiky and Sinister met while adventuring they have been friends ever since. spikyhusky10's origin story started when he was born in a small town called Mushroom Village. His mother and father worked as collectors of mushroom logs, working hard jobs for 10 hours every day. They had to carry heavy axes and hack away at nearby mushroom trees. At the end of the day they would sell their logs to Wood Man Tim at Pablo's house. The wood would then be processed into wood cubes. Saving up money, when spiky came of age, they decided to send him off to a University. It was called The University of Magic. Determined to make his parents proud, he set off to this school of magic. The University was first class, and when spikyhusky finally returned to his parents he was a master wizard. Promising them that he would find a way for them to get enough money to retire from their back breaking work, he set out for a journey across the world. He went on an adventure across the world of Helmet Heroes, fighting many monsters, and even having friendly duels with other players. He became a great fighter, leveling up and finding better equipment every day, he rose through the ranks and soon became a well respected player. Rich from his adventure, he returned home with enough money for his parents to have an early retirement, and they did just that. He met up with a fellow player that he had traveled with on parts of his journey. This was a younger SinisterPotatoe, not yet leader of The Deathless. Together they created The Deathless, and worked hard to make the guild as well known and elite as possible. Eventually they even managed to get x3 coins for their guild, and the two were satisfied with their work. The two adventures had raised from the ground up a powerful guild, and they were happy. Knowing that work still had to be done, they work hard to improve The Deathless even to this day. spikyhusky10 is a powerful wizard known for his amazing strength while fighting monsters or even other players. He does not back down. spikyhusky10 is very quick to kick ass in a fight, with a shoot first ask questions later attitude. He is second is command of The Deathless. spikyhusky10 has an active role in The Deathless by spreading the word that we are always looking for new members that are worthy to join. To be honest, many of the members of the guild would never had joined unless spiky had told them about us. SinisterPotatoe is lucky to have met him.


The General of The Deathless Army DeltaWither:

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Wither was born in a small farming village. Growing up in a beautiful land of mountains and forests, with cold winters and warm perfect summers. He was trained to do the back breaking work that all the farmers in the village did in order to bring in money and enjoy life. Everything was fine and everyone was happy. It seemed that Wither would grow up to be a humble farmer and spend his days harvesting crops. Until one day, when an army from another land rose up from the mountains. There were thousands of men, armed and wearing high quality armor. Bringing with them beasts that seemed to come from hell itself. The name of the army was Legion. The town was burned to the ground, innocent people slaughtered like animals. Wither ran away under the blanket of the night, into the forest. Swearing to avenge those who's live's had been lost, he went on a dangerous journey through the forest and mountains, without food, water, or weapons for 4 days. When he got to the nearest town, which was more of a city, he told the guards at the gate what had happened to his town. They immediately sent him to the captain in charge of the guards. The captain then sent Wither to the king. Wither told the king what had happened at the small town, and that legion was invading. He also told them of his four day treck through forests and mountains without food, water, or weapons. The king was so impressed that he named Wither a knight, and gave him a new name. He was to be called DeltaWither, which is greek for four, the number of days it took him to reach the king. DeltaWither was rewarded with plenty of gold, using it to buy food and clothes, and went on a journey to find the most powerful and famous warrior he knew. coke_na_rc. After another long journey through tests of skill, smarts, endurance, and strength, he reached the summit of the highest mountian that had ever been climbed. Only those with all the skills of both an adventurer and a warrior could ever had reached the top. At the summit, was a small, yet grand looking house. Seemingly ancient, it looked like it had been there for thousands of years. DeltaWither knocked on the door. And out came a man. He was naked, as if the cold air of the mountain that froze DeltaWither to the bone didn't effect him. His muscles strong and entire body worked to such perfection it seemed like nothing could shatter it. Like he couldn't even be pierced by a blade. Compared to DeltaWither or any other person that Delta had met, he looked like a god. coke_na_rc signed "I will teach you, boy, but you better be sure you want to take this path. Many have failed before you, and the training is tough. You could die." The farmer boy was no more, nothing but a memory. All that remanded was rage, courage and strength. DeltaWither was ready. After years of training, the one aprentice left his master as a new man, with almost perfect defense, parrying, dodging, and blocking skills, and amazing skill with dual wielding weapons. DeltaWither had become a true warrior, and wished to join a guild that he could rely upon and have adventures with. Soon he found out about The Deathless from spikyhusky10, and joined. At first DeltaWither's amazing skills were a good thing to have in the guild, but went rather unnoticed. This was because the guild was made up of many elites, and he was only as good as everyone else. Wanting to be the best, he trained so hard, going on solo missions and adventures so that he even became stronger than the guild could have thought he could be. He became a powerful member, and later became promoted to the rank of Commander, General of The Deathless Army, and 3rd in charge. DeltaWither has the best defensive skills in all of The Deathless, and fights with two handed weapons. Often Delta can fight monsters and players without even getting a scratch. Trained by the best, Delta aims to be the best, and is always becoming stronger through his intense training on the highest mountain with coke_na_rc as one of his few apprentices.

Revivified The Conqueror (and The True Potatoe):

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From the day of Revivified's birth, he had the right qualities to be a master of all classes, have superior intellect, and seemed destined for greatness. Born to a happy young couple in a village at the foot of a great mountain, throughout his childhood there seemed to be endless supply of different adventures that Revivified could go on around his small village. While inside the village, there were few secret areas or special places for Revivified to go, outside the village walls there were endless mysteries, beautiful sights, and challenges to comeplete. His father was a knowlegable fighter with bladed weapons and melee weapons of any kind. He also knew a smattering of magic. His mother was well trained with ranged and artillery weapons, basicly anything that needed to be aimed and then fired. As a boy, the young couple trained their son well, knowing that they could not keep him out of the violent and cruel world that was beyond the walls of the small village by the mountain. By age ten, Revivified had already climbed up the mountain twice, discovered underground caves, bathed in a waterfall, and gone on long journeys always finding his way back home. In his teenage years, he was used as a messager between the different villages nearby, and hunted deers and other game with a bow and arrows or a rifle. Meanwhile, he had outdone even his father in both swordsmanship and magic. He had acomplished much more than any other child in the village, and everyone there knew he was destined for greatness. This peace and happiness could not last forever though. The small country that the little village was under attack from a neighboring country. Revivified inlisted with the army as a mage, taking with him the crumpiled brown wizard robes and leggings, his mother had made, as well as a basic magic staff that his father had carved for his son himself from a nearby tree. His mother and father put on their armor and weapons, and headed out to meet up with some old friends, hoping to fight off the invaders. Knowing it could be the last time they would see their son, they kissed him goodbye, hoping for the best and trying not to cry. Revivified was assigned to a unit of five, where he was to be the wizard. With him were a boy armed with a hand gun, a girl with a rusty scimitar and a bronze shield, and young man armed with a worn down looking bow and a few arrows. The small country that they were all living in had no real military, it was the best that anyone could do to muster up even a few people to fight for their freedom. Their leader of the team was the one who was closest to being considered a soldier. He was armed with a mega sword, and a mechanic wing bow. He wore chain mail armor and legs, and wore a spartan style helmet. He looked so strong to the others, who had been bought up in a peaceful village and were not quite even adults, it seemed like they could win this, come back home as heroes, and continue their peaceful lives. After camping out for days waiting for the enemy to appear, they finally did. Dozens of soldiers, all grown men wearing better armor and using better weapons than Revivified had ever seen. The first die was the young man, he was shoot dead before he could even nock an arrow and fire his bow. He was not behind cover, and when shot many times in the body, as well as the head. The girl ran out from behind cover, shouting a battle cry. She was shoot dead before she could reach them. Revivified and the boy with the hand gun were terrified, they did not think war would be like this. They had only known the simple life they had had in the village, and never been to a city or even anywhere close to civilization. They did not know that their country was bound to lose this war, like Revivified's parents had. Because they had never seen any other country but their own. Now hiding behind the rocks and trees, they knew how hopeless it was to even bother to fight. Their leader however must have known from the beginning, because he was not afraid. He fired arrows at the approaching army, wounding a man. But that man was only replaced by ten more. As the soldiers moved in, it became more and more certain that there was no hope for the country they were protecting. Revivified felt a sharp pain in his side, and started to lose conscienceness. The last thing he saw was his leader still fighting with his mega sword against immeasureable odds. The other boy long dead from a stab wound through his heart. Revivified knew he was going to die. He cried silently, as his vision turned completely black. Revivified awoke among the dead bodies of his squad. It was as if he was dreaming. Looking down at his side he saw that the bleeding had stopped. He walked through the forest, seeking out his village home where his parents would meet him, hug him, and welcome him home. As the reached the village that he called home, he saw the still burning remains of his home. And in the middle of the village, a pile of the charred remains of the bodies of many of the villagers were burning. Revivified cried, collasping to the ground. The reality of the world was harsh, and he knew that things could never go back to the way they were. He cried himself to sleep in the middle of the smoldering of the life he had, and the place he had called home. When Revivified finally awoke, he felt much better. That saying, he didn't really fell anything at all. All he felt was numb. He couldn't even cry. The world had no meaning anymore, and had been unfair. using his staff as a walking stick, he climbed the mountain by the dead remains of his home. When he got to the top, he broke his staff in half on knee, and chucked it down the mountain. He ripped up his robes until their was nothing left but rags. There he stayed for days, without food or water, simply waiting for his own death to come. But it didn't. As Revivified was starting to make his way back down the mountain, the spirit of the mountain spoke to him. The Mountain said, "I am so sorry that I could not save your people." The Spirit of the Mountain sounded like an old man. "Why did you bring darkness into my life?" asked Revivified. Although he was almost a man, all he wanted was to go back to being a kid. He missed the innocence and beauty that the world seemed to offer, before it had spit in his face. Out of guilt and regret the old Spirit of the Mountain raised the boy into a man, a powerful wizard. The man wore the torn robes that he had worn since that horrible night, but now they had been cursed by the death around them, and the broken heart of the man who wore them. This made them cursed and black, the color of death. The spirit of the mountain made him a staff made of the elements and the soil of the great mountain itself. An element staff. Revivified had learned to use lightning to attack a target, and shot powerful bursts of magic from his staff. Revivified made his way down the mountain. Although he still felt the fear from the day he should have died, and pain from what had happened to his home town and life, he still had a mission to complete. He had to find out what had happened to his parents. First he checked the mass of half burned decaying mass of bodies in the middle of remains of the town. Looking at the pile of the dead brought back memories of the different people of the village, especially that of his parents. It also brought back pain and anger. Revivified yelled out loud in anger. It had probably been the first time he had used his vocal cords in months. Although it was hard to tell with the state of the bodies, his parents didn't seem to be among the people burned and dead. So he went for a long trek in a straight line away from the mountain. There was no need to say good bye to the Spirit of the Mountain, because he knew that the Spirit would always be with him, and if he ever needed to ask a question, or even just some company, the Spirit of the Mountain would always be there with him. And that was better than nothing. Revivified ran into a small outpost near the remains of his town. The outpost had men wearing the same symbols as the soldiers of the people who had killed his squad, destroyed his village, and ruined his life. Using stealth, surprise and the element staff, Revivified made short work of the camp. When he had killed every last one of the men, he stole a pack that he strapped onto his shoulder, inside was a uniform of a sgt of the old enemy he had once lost to as a teenager. Among the death, he found the camp that he had once stayed at with the dead bodies of his squad. Rage pumped through his entire body. He took the hand gun from the cold decaying fingers of the boy who had inlisted with him. He then took the mega sword and the mechanic wing bow. He even took the spartan helmet from his leaders head, and put it on. He wished to be the hero that he had seen in this man, knowing that he would never forget the dead mans bravery. He cried a few tears for his squad, before he finally moved on. Going from camp to camp, he ruthlessly murdered the soldiers that he thought guilty. His hope was that he could meet up with the remaining members of the resistance, and help fight off the intruders. But he had no idea of the truth. The last resistance had already been crushed years ago, while he was training on the top of the mountain with the Spirit of the Mountain. As he roamed his country, he finally encountered someone other than the soldiers that he killed with no remorse. A small group of half starved people who had escaped their village before it was laid to seige, thanks to a quick footed messenger that told the town of the approaching army. The people who did not believe, or wanted to fight stayed and were easily crushed. But the few who felt it safest to leave, as well as the messager, continued to live on the move in the animal skin huts that could easily be moved to another location. He promised them that he would continue to fight until their country was free, not willing to believe the defeat and hopeless situation they were now in. The group knew that they had lost though. They knew that in time Revivified would realize that they were just as dead as the members of Revivified's army. And he did. Going to the different camps, the endless killing, yet no difference. He was fighting for a country that no longer existed. All alone, he fought hoping that things would go back to the way they were before. He fought until it seemed to him that he was more dead than the soldiers he was killing. He trained himself endlessly, becoming stronger and stronger. It got to the point were he was able to use any type of weapon, artillery, melee, ranged, and especially magic like that of a true master. He could kill in any way he wanted, with anything he wanted. Yet all he wanted was to live. Endlessly murderering unguilty people who might not even have been part of the war that went on years ago. Meanwhile, the country who had crushed Revivified's was frightened. Many different camps had been annihilated, with no one left alive. And there was no apparent enemy either, as if the ghosts of the old country were coming back to kill their destroyers. So they sent an army of 1000, led by a master wizard and necromaner, that could bring back the dead, to the country to find out who was doing this. Surely a force this size would be able to kill a nation that should already be dead. Revivified knew through the Mountain that an army was coming to destroy him. Seeking the strength of the Spirit of the Mountain, he went back to the old burted and blackened village. Promising to the people of his village now dead before him, he swore to avenge them, and take back his country. He then scaled the Mountain for the last time. The Mountain gave him five tasks, and upon completing the tasks promised to give him victory in the fires of battle. The first task lead him into the jungles, forcing him to fight giant plant like beings, lotus eyes. As he walked deeper into the jungle, he found the Queen of All Plants Carnelia. He slayed the monster easily, and ate it's heart, giving him special magic over plants. The second task lead him to kill a famous necromancer named Mad Ricky. Revivified was forced to kill half of a cult known as the Black Hoods in the act, because Mad Ricky leds them. And then kill them again when he brought them back to life. Finally, after decapitating Mad Ricky, he gained magic of the dead. The third task led Revivified to the dungeons of the goo cubes, where he melted the giant goo cube with many bursts of magical energy after chopping it to bits. He found the treasure it was guarding there, darkane armor and a darkane staff. A nice upgrade from his last gear. The four task lead him to fight the Kreetus, The GrandFather of All Monsters. After piercing it's heart, Revified created a beholder bow from it's scales. Also a kreeton gun and eye of kreeton two handed blade from it's skin. Finally, the last task was to find some suitable allies for the fight to reclaim his homeland. So he went searching for a guild that he could lend his services to, and use as allies so as not to fight against an army all alone. He met SinisterPotatoe, and spikyhusky10. Seeing that they had a group of about 40 of the strongest warriors he had ever seen, he thought that their help would give him an upperhand. Returning to his home, he prepared for battle. In battle against men who had only fought against the weakest of foes, the advantage of numbers did not help much. The army of soldiers retreated. It was only then that Revivified and his friends from The Deathless searched the lands for survivors, and took down any of the remaining forces of enemy soldiers. Afterwards a castle was built, and serveral villages were built anew by the mountain. Revivified became one of the leaders of The Deathless, and everything was as it had been before the war. Although it did not change the fact that many people died on both sides, for no good reason. Revivified made a promise to himself never to let what had happened happen again. At night Revivified still sees the faces of those he killed, and cries over the lose of his parents, the village, and even the soldiers that he had killed for no reason other than rage. He swears to never let what happened happen again. Revivified is a legendary warrior, and a master of every class. Revivified is the only person in The Deathless who can look intimidating in a chicken suit. Revivified is the strongest warrior in the entire guild, and a great leader. Revivified is also sometimes called The True Potatoe, as he won in a fight between three of The Commanders of The Deathless. Long live The True Potatoe!!!


Toshiro Hitsugaya, The Icy Blade of The Deathless (frostfang123 in game):

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Toshiro Hitsugaya was never ment to be born. A bastard child to a mother escaping a war torn country, his story began even before he was born. Olivia, his mother knew that war that was destroying her homeland that killed her beloved would kill her and her baby to if she did not take action. She had planned to leave sooner, but she had hoped that her lover would at least come home first. After news of his death, she only wished to mourn his death, but knew that she would be next if she did not leave. She left with a small party of others who wished not to die on a long trek over the mountains that boardered her country from the next. Other than the pregnant Olivia, there were three men armed with guns and swords, four women, two armed with short swords and another armed with a revolver, and one with a beholder bow. There were also two children playing with sticks. They had made it to the top of the mountain when they were ambushed by a squad of armed soldiers. With surprise on their side, the squad of soldier quickly shot down two of the men and a women. Innocent people, dead. Family's torn apart. The last man fought valiantly, screaming at Olivia, the children, the three women to run away as fast as they can. Olivia ran as fast as she could, but it was hard to run with a baby in your belly weighing you down. She could not run as fast as the others, and had to watch as what was left of the group drifted farther and farther ahead. Finishing off the man who had sacrificed himself for the women and children, the squad chased Olivia. It wasn't long before Olivia was caught. Olivia was dragged kicking and screaming back down the mountain, where she was hung by the neck until dead, along with her unnamed child. They were cremated together and buried in Olivia's home town. That should have been the end of them both. However, hundred's of years later the leader of the Black Hood Cult Mad Ricky visited the now peaceful town, looking for new material to feed his hunger for power, and new subjects. By chance, Ricky stumbled upon the cremated remains of the women who never got to be a mother, and her unborn son. Ricky took the urn carrying the remains of the two, and set off for the mountains. Using the special never melting ice from the top of the mountain, Ricky tried to reanimate the remains of the two, excited to see if he would be able to bring both of them back, or if dying while pregnant meant that reanimation would not work. The reanimating process did work, but not at all like expected. The result was a crying newborn baby boy, with hair the colour of snow, and icy sliver eyes. He seemed cold to touch, even considering the cool air. Ricky would have abandoned him right there, if it wasn't for the fact that their was something special about the boy, although he did not yet know what. So when Mad Ricky decided to head back to the secret base of the Black Hoods, the baby boy came with him. The Black Hoods named him Toshiro Hitsugaya. Growing up as a black hood wasn't easy, and he was shown no love, often being beaten and shunned. He had no one to raise him with love, only the hatred that was considered normal to the Black Hoods cult. The Black Hoods showed him how to fight dirty, and how to be street smart. As he grew older, he finally started to be respected in the cult. He had become one of the better fighters in the Black Hoods cult, and the second best marksman/user of guns and artillary. Everything was going fine until one day, where everything changed. Toshiro started to get flash backs of his mother, and sometimes even hearing her voice inside her head. Thinking that he was born to members of the Black Hoods cult, he would not believe or could not make sense of the images. Until one day when he confronted Mad Ricky about it. Learning the truth about his birth from a dead mother on the mountains was a little hard to believe. But over time, the images worsened. It came to the point where Toshiro actually believed Mad Ricky. Along with this belief came anger at the fact that he was not a Black Hood from birth, and an answer for why no one loved or respected him as a young child. Under the blanket of the night, Toshiro left the Black Hoods to search for a better life, and a meaning for it all. Not knowing many places other than the secret base of the Black Hoods, he was hungry to explore new lands, meet new people, and become a better warrior. After years of training in adventures and how to use guns, he created a new guild, Cowboy Swaggers. As their leader, he trained them and spent time as the guild master for quite a while. Until he met SinisterPotatoe. The two agreed on a way to benefit each other's guilds. This went on for quite some time, until Toshiro quit his guild to join The Deathless. After quiting, rejoining, quiting and rejoining again, Toshiro (frostfang123) has become a good friend for SinisterPotatoe, and a good guild member too. Fighting with high powered guns, almost unbreakable armor, and 100% accurate shooting, The Icy Blade of The Deathless is a master pirate/cowboy. frostfang123 has recently created a new guild to serve as the second guild of The Deathless. It's called Deathless Renegades. If you want to join a good guild with x3 coins, this is a good one to join. Now frostfang123 is a Commander of The Deathless, a promotion from Officer after his good work in leading Deathless Renegades, and creating a website for The Deathless and more storys by SinisterPotatoe.


Valen The Forgotten Prince (Stevan in game):

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Valen was born as a prince to powerful nation called Morthal, with one older brother, and one older sister. Growing up as royalty offered a life where Valen could have almost everything he wanted. He was well trained in the art of war, learning how to fight with bladed weapons, magic, guns, and bows. He was taught many different languages and the history of the world by only the best tutors. Although the three children did not always get along, and their parents the King and Queen were not the most loving parents, Valen enjoyed a decent childhood. Until the day of his parents death. As his parents grew older, it seemed as though the King and Queen would die peacefully from old age. But that was not the case. Valen was sleeping soundly in his luxurious bed when he awoke to screaming. Frightened, he ran out of his room and into the long corridor hoping for it all to be a prank from his sister and brothers. Knowing that they would laugh at his terror, tease him, and tell him to go back to sleep. The screams seemed to be coming from the master bedroom of the King and Queen. Running as fast as he could, he ran into the room of his parents. His parents lay dying on the floor, blood was everywhere, and as the screams turned into choking groaning noises, he ran to his parents. He called the guards, but it was already to late. The King and Queen lay dead on the ground. Puddles of blood pouring out of their dead bodies. Valen cried in emotional agony, wishing that it was him instead of the parents that he had loved so much. Sure, they may have been distant, but they had loved him. And now they were dead. At that very moment he promised to himself that he would avenge his parents, he would find their killer, and do the same to them as they had to his parents. Valen never slept that night, and has lacked the abilty to sleep peacefully ever since then. His older brother took the place of the throne as king, marrying a beautiful princess from a far away land to be his queen. His older sister married a duke from another land, and more than ever before Valen felt lonely, being the only one to stroll through the empty halls of the castle that had once seemed so beautiful and full of secrets. Now these halls only seemed cold, dark and silent. Even with the servants to talk to, Valen kept to himself after the deaths of his parents. He continued his studies of the history of the world, and the different languages. But more than anything, Valen took his studies in the art of war more seriously than anything else. He became quite talented, to the point where he could out proform all his instructors in any type of class, or weapon. In his spare time, Valen took to the library, reading serveral books a week. It seemed that although Valen would never forgot the horrible murder of his parents, he was starting to recover from it. He decided to rely on his older brother, now the new king for support. But the new king was cold as ice. Seemingly uncaring of the death of his parents, when ever Valen would bring up their parents the new King would change the subject. It seemed strange to Valen, as his brother was a child of the old King and Queen just as much as he was. Until the day Valen started to piece things together. Maybe the reason for why his brother had avoided talking about their parents was because he knew who the murderer was. Valen asked his brother the King if he knew who the murderer of their parents was. His brother looked at him strangely. Again, Valen asked. He had to know the truth. The new King stared at him, eyes cold as ice. It was as if he was staring right through Valen, with those cold, uncaring eyes. And it was in that moment that Valen finally knew who had killed their parents. "It was you, wasn't it?",stammered Valen, his voice shaking with anger and fear. "You know to much" said his monster of a brother. It was then that the King drew his sword, and Valen drew his. With the element of surprise on his side, the King struck first, and with a lunging motion stabbed at Valen. Valen dodged, and swung his sword. It was immediately parried with a blow of equal or more power. It was then that the King drew a dagger with his free hand, trying to stab at Valen's throat. Valen caught the blade with his teeth, cutting the inside of his mouth as he pulled the blade from the King's grasp, and spat it back at him. The King drew his sheild and bashed Valen in the crest with it. Off balance, the King went for a quick jab at Valen's throat once more. But Valen fell to the ground from the sheild bash before he could be stabbed. Valen slashed at the Kings knees, drawing blood, and forcing the king to kneel. The King stabbed at Valen's stomach. Valen dodged to late, the sword slashing his side deeply. Valen slashed wildly at the King, but was easily blocked by the King's shield. The King forced himself to his feet. Valen spat out blood from the cut in his mouth. It seemed the two were evenly matched. The King laughed, discarding his shield and grabbing his sword with both hands. He raised it high and brought it down as fast and as hard as he could. Had Valen tried to parry, he surely would have failed and be badly wounded by the blade of his brother. However, Valen chose to dodge. The King was wide open, his sword striking the ground. Valen kicked the sword out of the King's hands, putting his sword to his brother's throat. Valen would have killed him right then and there, but the King had one more trick up his sleeve. The King yelled, "GUARDS!", and in seconds, armed guards surronded Valen, taking his weapons and hand-cuffing him. The King explained to the guards that it was Valen that killed the previous King and Queen, hoping to become king. He told them that Valen then planned to kill him to finally become the king once and for all. Valen was taken to the dungeon, where he waited to be executed. However, the King saw his young brother as nothing other than one man, and no threat to his kingdom. So Valen was simply exiled from Morthal, premanently. And if he was ever to come back, he would be killed on site. Leaving his country, Valen went on a trek through many different lands, but stayed alone. Never did he interact with another, unless he absolutely had to. He had failed to protect his parents, and he had also failed his country. Valen cried over his lose every night, knowing that if he ever went back he would be killed. He fought many monsters, and went many places before he finally got over his utter defeat, and when he did he found he had grown up into a man. He had fought hard and become an adventurer. He was no longer a prince of Morthal, he was just a man. And he accepted this. Hoping for a place to stay, he found himself in a place called the Wastelands, where many powerful monsters roamed. High up on a mountain, he saw a small hunt, seemingly made out of different parts of the monsters that roamed below. Inside he met Bartholomew, a kind man who lived there in the wastelands with strong warrior named Bobby, selling weapons and armor. Many of the things Bartholomew sold where actually made from the remains of the monsters that lived here. Valen stayed there for years, training with the two men until he was able to kill this great beasts himself. He then decided to go explore the rest of the world, fighting monsters of many sorts and meeting new people, until he found himself at the guild house. The guild house is a place for people to join and create guilds. It was there that Valen met SinisterPotatoe, and joined The Deathless. As Valen is an extemely talented and experienced fighter, it was not long before he was promoted to the rank of Officer. Valen is a great master of many weapons and classes, and currently wears the strongest armor known to the world, Mithril. He weilds a great Mithril battle axe that freezes anything it touches, and is sharper than any weapon known to man. In a fight, this exiled and forgotten prince will kick your ass. Valen is now a Commander of The Deathless, after he showed great loyalty and ideas to better the guild. This guy is pure awesome, so he had to get promoted eventually. XD

Re: Stories About The Deathless

PostPosted: Thu May 03, 2018 8:18 am
by ihasarchery
You sir, have already created a better wall(that happens to be made of words) than trump ever will.

Re: Stories About The Deathless

PostPosted: Thu May 03, 2018 8:42 am
by SinisterPotatoe
ihasarchery wrote:You sir, have already created a better wall(that happens to be made of words) than trump ever will.


Thanks chery, I had a lot of fun writing these, together we can make the forums great again! :3 Just kidding, Trump has to go.