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Griz-Lei: A Fantasy Story Chapter 2:

       Four hundred years have passed. The order has disappeared into legend and scorn, being unable to find what any looked for and failing in a way that makes the definition of the word falter in the actions of their fall. The bodies of the fallen sigils of the order were never found, and the names Gorm-Pa and Griz-Lei are fairy tales to the children of the world and a character in stories of many a fletching author. But still their failing has left an impact.

       The town of Kumas, named after the legendary Bear god,still stands burned and reclaimed by nature. Trees sprout from chimneys and eternal magical fire blinks and flames upon many a post of wood. Stones are tossed haphazardly around the square, fountains destroyed and moss covered vending stands splintered. Trees cover the fallen town, reclaiming acre after acre of human touched land, their canopies creating a great shadow around the crushed city.

And the tower of the Order is gone.

       Across the lands towns have gone and passed, going by many names and having many cultures. None staying long enough to hold the region under one rule, one flag. The current ruling power has neglected the decrepit ruins of Kumas, wary of the curses they may linger. But that does not prevent those from venturing in.

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       “Teyet,” a young girl’s voice calls out,”do not stray so far! We have to come back to the camp!” Sticks and leaves crush as four feet run through the jungle, bushes shaking.

        “Hah! Yetet, I have a burning curiosity,” a boy’s voice calls out, “ that cannot be satiated by sitting in a camp!” He leaps into the air, catching a branch and swings himself higher into the trees, swinging from vine to vine. His friend follows him on foot, screaming at him to come down.

        “ I do not wish to come down! This is the first time we’ve been somewhere that wasn’t a desert or plain of some borish variety in soooooo long!” He falls from his vine and catches yet another branch, swinging in circles before flying off and landing square on his feet. Yetet catches up shortly after, slightly panting.”Teyet, i'm worried you’re going to get yourself hurt. You get hurt every time we go to a jungle.” “I find this completely untrue, remember when we went to the Pearl Forests? I didn’t even scrape a knee!” At saying this he leans upon a branch, looking smug.

     “Yes, you did. A tree fell on you, and it was technically your fault because you were trying out your dad’s axe.”

      “I don’t remember such an event,” he says while scratching his dark brown hair,” perhaps you’re making it up. Just to get at me.”

      “It hit your head, so there's a good strong possibility you just don’t remember because you were concussed beyond all comprehension.”

    “Well , even if such an event did happen, such a thing will not happen again. “ and in this exact minute, the branch he was laying on gave away as the tree fell over. However, the tree did not fall upon Teyet. No, It fell the other way, its roots upheaving and launching him in the air, deep into the forest he were not supposed to go into at all.

     “Teyet!” screamed Yetet, running after him. A distant *THUNK* was heard, followed by many words that are not to mentioned in polite company or elders. Yetet raced through the forest, swinging on branches and hopping over fallen logs, following the sounds of her friend’s discomfort. When she finally reached him, he was on his back, his right leg bent in a way that should not be and probably is not natural for a normal person. Upon Yetet’s arrival, he turns and contorts his face into something trying to resemble a calm expression, yet it is very clear it is a facade.”W-well, I-i guess i do get h-hurt sometimes…” he managed to stutter out between the many curses.

        “What did you even hit,” Yetet says while she bent down to examine her friend,”theres no trees around here, you hit like the only open clearing.” He looked around, making many pained expressions while doing so. Then he screamed really loud.”CCCHHEEEOUUCH!!! WHAT THE HELL YETET!?” “What? Im trying fix your leg.” “YOU….you...well thank you, however r-right now id rather not move it.” “And why is this? Don’t you want to get out of here?!” “No, not at all. I like laying here in the middle of the only clearing in this endless forest, somehow getting injured and unable to walk.” At the end of his sentence, he gave perhaps the deadest look one could have given a person at any point in all of history.

Yetet elbows him in his ribs.

      “OUCH, jeez i get it ill stop. But i won’t move.” At this Yetet sighs and looks around, trying to find out where they were. And she noticed something. “Hey, did you notice that door thats over there by the side? Its huge!” Again, Teyet painfully moves hi body to meet his friend’s demands, cursing even more.”Yes, it is infact a huge door.” He gets elbowed once again, and a similar reply from the previous elbowing comes from him. “But its standing up! Its not fallen over or anything.” “Yes, this is an astute observation, yeyti.” She opens her mouth, but closes again, pausing.”What did you  just call me?” “Yeyti, your name has too much t’s in it ive decided now.”

      “W-well your name doesn’t have enough T’s! Tey-t!” “Tey-t? That your best?” “Its not like Yeyti its any better , jackass.” ‘Language, there could be young forest animals near us.”

     “You know what? Im gonna go check out that door, leave your crippled self out here.”

     As she got up to walk to the door he called out, “Tell me of your great findings, O explorer of the lands.” He gave himself a little laugh after that. She turned around to face him, giving a little foot stomp.” Why are you so mean all of a sudden?! Did that tree knock the nice out of you?!”

    “I AM UNABLE TO MOVE , FRIEND. IT HURTS, I’M A BIT ANGRY.” “No need to shout, sheesh….” she turned again and walked to the door. It stood without support, in the middle of the clearing. She even walked around to the other side to see if an invisible building was hiding, but was disapointed. This left her with only one option. She knocked.

    “Why’d you knock?” “ To be polite, something you need to see and learn right now.” An audible groan was heard from the back.

     No answer came, so she reached out for the door handle and turned it. And as she turned the handle, all around them the environment seems to fizzle into reality, revealing a crumbling 5 story tower of stone and floating islands. Moss hung from every stone hanging off of the tower. Small, everlasting ponds had small waterfalls pouring off of their sides, turning into mist. A large golden lettering arcs itself over the doorway now, glittering in the rays of sunlight.

   “All Enter who Seek”, read off Yeyti, confused. She turns to talk to Tey-t, only to see him passed out. Perhaps from shock. But before she can do anything, the door swings open.

    She peers inside to see what it was hiding and sees a great hall, far longer and taller than the tower would have it appear. All around on the floor there is broken glass, books far beyond reading and repair, a rather nice chair on its side, and a body. She walks further in, looking at the body on the floor. Its head is missing, the neck where it once was now decayed. The armor it wears is still polished and pristine, the sword by his side still sharp. She picks it up along with its sheath and continues down, the sword softly clinking on her back. She walks down the hallway, coming to a rotunda leading to doors larger than most men.

   The rotunda had what once was a great fountain, it now lays cracked at one side. A skeleton rests in that crack, clutching a book and two glass bottles with flat orange liquid, staring at the entrance of the great hall. She reaches for them, as she and Tey-t were pretty thirsty. Atleast she was anyways. Around the fountain she can see that the great doors are all stone grey, one open but with sand pouring out of it. Yet, there is another door. One that is not greyed. She approaches it, and reaches for its great handle, but is stopped. Stopped by the room encompassing roar, a roar of a true predator. Of a creature full of pure anger. And in this roar can be heard two words.

“GET OUT!”

   She rushes away from the rotunda, running at her peak speed. The roading gets louder and louder and louder until the building shakes. Stone crumbs begin to fall from the ceiling and walls. Stained glass windows begins to shatter upon the great doors. She finally reaches the door to the clearing, and before she can even place the second foot out the doorframe it slams shut behind her, sending her flying out.

    She lands , rather roughly, and just kinda lays there for a bit. She hurts quite a bit, from obvious reasons. She rather painfully gets up, her arms arching. She rubs the back of her head where the sword hilt hit her. She checks out the rest of her body, but notices something odd. She is wet from some sort of liquid, all along her arm and head. She glances down at the ground to see a broken glass bottle, now knowing where it came from. But she had two? Whre could the other have gone-

   “OWWWW MY HEAD!” Comes a cry from Tey-t, hand clutching his face.”Theres this huge scar on my face oh why did this happen?!? And everything is wet i can’t see theres some sort of juice in my eyes of why is today so bad uggggh.” Yeyti rushed over, for many reasons. One to see if her friend was ok, the other to prevent more whining. But she fell once more, this time she could not get up. And she felt tired. So tired. She needed to sleep. And sleep she did.

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Griz-Lei Chapter 1: (Reupload)

The tower from the outside appears that of a common one, made of stone and wood. But once inside one could see that it is far from the case. Inside the tower the walls grow wider and the ceilings reach to the stars it seems. Five rooms conveening at one point. Inside each you would find towers upon towers of books, scrolls, tablets of stone full of knowledge and wisdom. Circling above the room were rooms where men studied their minds in unison, each looking for the answer that eluded them all. The members of the tower were the greatest of their field and lands. Justinian, King of Law and Seeker of the perfect rule. Radagan, Wizard King. He sought for the true power that was in all, the arcana. Griz-Lei, seeker of justice and known across the kingdoms as a ruthless vigilante. Vottil, Grand Warrior. Seeker of perfect form. And finally, Gorm-pa. Grand Shaman and Seeker of Eternal life. Together they formed the Order of Thought. Together they sought to create a better and enlightened life for all. But one’s mind strayed from the good of the people for the selfish feelings of the corrupted soul. A find of dark rituals and corruption leads to the mind making horrible and terrifying choices.

Steel clashess against a barrier of intense magical concentration. Cries of anger come from the owner of the steel sword that throws itself helplessly against the barrier. His voice is hoarse with yelling, a sign that this fight has been going on for a while. His cries are only met with laughter. Vottil throws his sword against the barrier, calling for the caster’s head. And the caster answers.

“Vottil, such elegance in vocabulary was never your strong suit.” the caster snidely replied.“Cease your useless and pitiful attacks. You only embarrass yourself.”

Vottil continued nonetheless, throwing attack after attack after the barrier.

“Gorm-Pa!”, the warrior yelled,” I will turn your insides inverted! You beast!” The caster, now sitting in a lavish chair conjured by himself, gives a small chuckle.

“Now now, Vottil, don’t revert to racism for your insults!” It is true, Gorm-pa resembled a gorilla more than a man, hulking in size and fur. His face is only barely human, his nose a squash and brow a thick line.

“You’re a beast in more than appearance you monster!” Vottil stops his attacks for just a moment, his sword hanging low beneath his knees. He looks at Gorm-pa, his long threads of hair. “How could you do what you did?”

Images flash across Vottik’s mind, a burning city, screaming children, monsters of stone and darkness killing men and cutting them open, taking their hearts. A lasting image of Gorm-pa standing upon the shoulders of corrupted treants, leading the armies of the nature turned against those they sworn to give nothing but good. He himself using his brute strength to rip open many of the men.

Gorm-pa sits and twirls his staff in circles, giving a small chuckle.

“You know not my true intentions, Vottil,” he rises ,”If you knew you would not be angry as you are now.”

At these words Vottil’s soul turns a deep crimson red. His blood runs rampant in his veins, a roaring river of anger. Sensing this, Gorm-pa speaks ,” Go ahead and slash your weapon against the barrier. I will not falter, and neither will it. “ And at this Vottil smiles, a smile that would be found only on a predator, with its plan of attack finally realized. “I will wait,” Vottil said. Gorm-pa double takes. This is the one action not planned for. He spent years studying the other members of the order. Yet, this is an action he would not find the the wild, brash, and impulsive Vottil. Something is wrong. “Why do you wait, warrior? Do you think someone would come and save you?” Gorm-pa sees a rustle in his spirit. He still thinks the order is still alive.

Gorm-pa, keeping a neutral face, grins within. There is no more order. Radagan has been personally butchered by him. He can vividly remember impaling him on his own magical staff, the power within keeping him alive forever. Then filling the room with sand and sealing it away underground. As for the Lawmaker and Justice seeker, they were in the town during his first trial conquest. He saw Justinian scalped by the demons of nature himself. Now he has only one more member to deal with. And he wasn’t going to do it behind a barrier. So he began to formulate a plan.

”I killed them, Vottil. All of them. Radagan lives in eternal torment in a dimension even I do not know how to get to. Justinian was scalped and eaten by my warriors, and I assume Griz-Lei the same fate. It is now just you and me, and I intend to leave the tower alive.” He walks towards the barrier where Vottil stands, dressed in full chainmail , his head exposed showing his braided beard and messy hair. His black and red eyes staring back into the beast that stands before him.

Vottil shakes with anger, almost allowing himself to be taken advantage of. But he recovers. “ I will skin you and make you a rug, Gorm-pa. I will let my children spill their meals and my dog shit on you.You will be given no proper rites.”  The barrier fell and then the battle began. Gorm-pa raised his right arm, grabbing for his neck but was stopped by the sword cutting into his arm. He threw himself low into the warrior knight, tackling him into the ground. Vottil tried to reach for his dagger but was stopped by the beastman’s other arm. Vottil is now pinned to the ground, spitting at his opponent and trying to bite. Fighting to the very end. Gorm-pa laughs and then headbuts Vottil. Again. And again, and again. Vottil’s grip on the beast lossend, then not at all did it hold. Where the once great warrior once stood, now lays a corpse of a blood-stained man. Gorm-pa has won. He laughs at the sky and screams. Then hears the great oak doors of the tower open. What steps in is another beast-man. This one of bear-like qualities. His robes of white billowing off of his body, his sword held tightly at his side, his sandals making a soft clink against the stone floors.

“You thought me dead, Gorm-pa.” the figure speaks. His right paw reaches for the hilt of his sword, a long bending blade.

“Griz-lei? How did you survive?” Gorm-pa asks, his hands reaching into his satchel, searching.

He does not answer. His grip tightens on the hilt. “ You know what it means when i draw my blade, old friend. It cannot be sheathed until its task is successful. It will always be drawn, and it always finishes its task.”

Gorm-pa’s hands finally find its item.”Then draw, Lei. Draw , and let your journey begin.”

Gorm-Pa falls. Cut cleanly. Efficiently. Quick.

Nine feet of beast falls to four-and-a-half. His bloody torso flops unceremoniously upon the floor, face up.And upon the face of the fallen beast is a smile, horrifically scratched into his face. His eyes slowly move to his victorious Opponent. Griz-Lei stands, sword outwards, back faced.The samurai turns to look down upon his once friend. He looks him dead in the eyes.

“You broke the laws of the gods, so you were to be struck down.” And a chuckle is heard, Griz-Lei steps back, hand on his blade.

“St--Strike me down,” he coughs with blood splattering everywhere,”and i will come back. Stronger.”

His face moves to look at the ceiling , and he laughs. Laughs with blood flooding from is torso, laughs as he raises his arm. In it he clutches a stone, covered in blood.

Griz-Lei moves to snatch it from his clutches , but with his last strength his smashes the stone into the tower, mist erupting from its cracks.

The laughing stops.

All is silent.

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Griz-Lei Chapter 3:

Chapter 3:

A metamorphosis of the mind and body. Knowledge seeps in from the outside world and into their own minds. Memories that are not their own take over their functions. Their forms shift, gaining traits of a different kin and losing traits of their own. Skins becomes tougher and scaled, tail bones become full tails. Fingers become talons, razor tipped and deadly. The faces become longer, their tongues two pronged, their eyes slits.

They are not longer what they were.

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Darkness and Silence. This is what greets their ears and eyes.  Numbness and scentless. This is what surrounds their body and nose. But for one of them, Yeyti, they hear something. Deep within their mind. A voice of pure joy. She feels scared, for even her own thoughts were affected. A place where she was supposed to be safe and happy is now penetrated with evil. Rumbling encompasses her mind,  a vibration being sent through thought.

A voice finally heard.

“I LIVE.” It yells in her mind, echoing across the insides of her skull.”THE GREAT ONE WILLS IT.” Images of suffering surround her, demons advancing, villages burning.

“ AS HIS SWORD I WILL CUT THE HERETICS FROM EXISTENCE.” A figure starts to form before her. He stands tall, his arms the size of men.  He has eyes of pure green fire, and across his stomach is a long , clean cut. She tries to scurry away, but is stuck out of fear. He walks forward, his hand raised to clutch her skull, but stops.

“No,” he mutters,” no i shall wait. Now is not the time. I am weak.I must gain more power.”

He looks down at Yeyti, straight in her eyes. “You will not speak of this , child. Not if you want life for yourself, “ he pauses,” and others.”

The apparition stands and walks away, deep into the darkness that is her mind. His parting words,” Not a soul.”

She awakes.