Eranoth's Lore books are a series of books about otherworldly lore. They are designed to bring clarification about subjects that are not easily understood. 
This particular lorebook is dedicated to the many methods of shapeshifting. 

Eranoth's actual novels will come out at a later time when they are ready to be unleashed upon the world. Please know that Eranoth's lore books are not his world's lore, they are general lore for the use and adaption of writers.

For those seeking logic for lore, feel free to let me know what types of lore you want me to write books for. Before you get all excited, I WILL NOT waste time writing lore books on topics easily found with google OR adult content. If you want a lorebook on those types of things don't ask.

Happy reading and Writing!
Note: Due to the nature of the book, there is very little 'story' but I have tried to break it up a bit with story to make it less of a straight info dump.

Aura thought that everyone's dismissal of the game's lore strange.

Yeah sure it was just a game, but most fantasy games had at least some sort of lore that wasn't just information on the monsters or skill usage and techniques.

There were some who pursued the hidden lore and lost histories in Ascendance, but no organizations, no guilds, there wasn't even a proper library for history.

Most libraries in Ascendance just contained info on areas, monsters, items and more info.

Only a kingdom's royal library contained anything history related, and that was at most diaries of famous individuals from the past.

The only other place one could find history was in the various churches scattered across the land, and again, they only had diaries or accounts of myths.

Otherwise, history was passed on orally.

If you consider the fact that any written account of the era would one day simply disappear, it did make a little sense that nobody bothered, but that information could still last for thousands of years.

It didn't help that Forgotten Industries had publicly stated that the game was more to help people have fun and blow off steam than it was to have players explore the fascinating history of a fantasy world.

Not to mention that if one wanted interesting stories, there were plenty of fiction books in the bookstores you could find in every city in the entire realm.

To put things simply, the only books you could find in the entire game were works of fiction, encyclopedias, and diaries.

There were also the research documents that you could find in the personal stashes of mages and other magically inclined individuals, but those were mostly factored under the 'diary' section.

Even the book that documented the travels and studies of godhood that Aura had found was little more than an encyclopedia with specialized knowledge bordering on a diary of the author's personal researches.

Admittedly, a great amount of historical information could be gleaned from the categories of books stated above, but it wasn't something an individual could parse out.

Which was why only large guilds even bothered searching for tidbits of useful knowledge in libraries.

It was way easier just to ask an elf, or some other long lived species.

Even a high leveled human would know more about history than the books.

This could be considered as another reason why history wasn't written down, but this was obviously a bad idea.

High leveled individuals had a tendency to be weirdos.

Long lived species tended to isolate themselves and distrust outsiders.

If you asked the former about history, there was no guarantee you wouldn't just be told a bunch of random bullshit designed to see how much you would believe.

If you asked the latter, you were likely to be given a polite 'fuck off' and then not get an answer at all.

This was probably best described as brilliant world design.

Weirdos lived forever (which probably explained why the gods all had strange personalities), and those who did live long lives and weren't completely insane were loners.

There were exceptions, but for the most part, humans were completely ignorant of the world they lived in.

There were also a ton of them.

The only reason humans had survived for any length of time in the world of Ascendance was almost certainly due to the fact that most monsters preferred to stay away from areas with high concentrations of life energy.

And since humans were brimming with life, they were avoided by monsters.

Lucky them.

---

Aura had just finished dismantling the last of the traps, and was quite literally jumping with joy.

He had been bored out of his mind due to the monotony of his task, and had only pushed through because of the light at the end of the road.

A kingdom core, the perfect thing for someone like him, who ruled absolutely nothing, and instead was more interested in exploration and the creation of interesting items.

Only one item he planned to make would require the core, as it just didn't have much use to him.

So what if he could make small changes to large areas at once, he didn't even have a large area to change in the first place.

But he had thought of making a beautiful item that would allow total control over a massive domain, and as such he was bound by his own obsessions to make it.

Aura Thompson, one of the most unknown experts in the DMMORPG known as Ascendance, dies of old age, only to find that his final wish has been granted and that he can start again on his path to immortality through the fantasy game he loves.

Read as Aura uses his knowledge of mankind's second world to chase after his dream.

He knows all the secrets that players uncovered over the 132 years he played the game: quests, classes, skills, hidden treasures, lore, and all sorts of things that could tip the balance of the world in his favor.

How far will he go?

I took my earnings and headed to the lord's manner and asked if I could visit his library and ended up paying a couple gold for the privilege though under supervision. I found a couple of books on magical theory that I hadn't read before so I read them and added notes to my own journal of the parts that I found of interest even a few diagrams and charts that were interesting if not specifically helpful. After spending six hours in the library I had exhausted my time allotted for the day and would have to come back again tomorrow and pay again though my first delve into the lord's library proved only slightly fruitful I figured I'd take extra care of finding any books I'd missed the previous day.
     The first few days in the city my gold dwindling quickly I was forced to seek some kind of employment or be totally broke and not have the funds to eat and meanwhile my clothes were increasingly becoming dirty. In the end I spent 3 days in the lord's library and found 4 books that were useful though all but the last contained only magic theory the last was a introduction to lesser magic and from it I learned a couple interesting but weak spells that added some new damage options to my knowledge base acid and force. Once I had confirmed that I'd read everything of use in the lord's library I decided to join the adventurers guild to earn some coin and give me some practical combat experience.
    Joining the adventurers guild is a simple thing simply pay a fee to apply and demonstrate your skill level and proficiency and regardless of how well you do you will only get a copper tag however if you do to poorly then your application is refused and you cannot apply for a year. I passed my application test with flying colors and quickly gathered up my tag which is a 4 by 9 cm plate on a necklace intended to be worn around the neck with the metal denoting your rank and the inscription marked your application number class type magic/cleric/melee/ranged name age and missions successfully finished which was enchanted into the metal and updated every time a mission was completed.
   The rankings ascended by skill and difficulty and the normal path ended up being 10-12 copper rank missions to get to tin 20-30 tin rank missions to get to bronze and so on each rank increased the rewards and quests available copper is the lowest level and the missions typically were beyond easy often deliver a letter to x person across town or kill a spider or rat in my house tin missions moved up slightly and you got missions like wipe out the rats nest or destroy a hornets nest etc each level getting harder and more dangerous from there. The guild ranks were copper, tin, bronze, iron, steel, cobalt, silver, gold, mithril, adamantine, and diamond with the guild master being a separate rank though to be grand master you would also have to be a diamond rank warrior and each quest is given a point value with the lowest being 1 and the highest typically rewarded for epic quests completed on a level with saving civilization and kingdoms.
    My first few quests were beyond simple and I completed 12 of them the first day and actually ranked up on my 10th quest so I started in on the first of the killing questions the hardest I found was killing a lone goblin that had gotten trapped in a basement. My second day as an adventurer was fairly boring and I managed to completely 10 quests with no issues other than having to chase down a goblin in a basement and that was because he was a sneaky brat. So far I'd made a entire 40 coppers doing missions and become a tin rank adventurer not bad nor great but I kept at it my supply of coins dwindling slowly as lodgings ate into them and food all of which cost about a silver a day I certainly wasn't making a profit yet but I figured if I kept at it I'd manage to earn some proper income soon.
     My third day I earned my bronze plate after finishing my 18th tin rank mission and managed to start in on my bronze missions about noon finishing 5 before the day was done and then I got my most lucrative mission yet a escort mission into the woods to collect alchemy reagents and herbs I even picked up a little herb lore while guarding the alchemist. During the mission I even found a couple wild boars and collected everything of value I could from them which boosted my daily profits to two silver coins meaning I'd finally brought home more than my expenses. I was in a good mood so I took the next day off to try to find more books to study and ended up finding a odds and ends store with a good supply of books and other interesting things though I set aside a couple gold for expenses I splurged the remainder on the first book that caught my eye a large book on monster and beast lore and just to buy it took all but a couple silver coins out of the entirety of my funds even breaking into my set aside coins I just had to have it this world would not let me remain ignorant and alive.

Born a simple man finding entertainment playing video games and watching movies until disaster strikes and everything is changed

Well, it could be worse, I thought. In my previous Aspects, I had already been a malformed Demon, corpse, walking skeleton and many more. I'd even had my soul split in two, which I can honestly say that it was an experience I do not wish to repeat. Scrutinizing my reflection, I was inclined to believe that I had been lucky. 

I was young, I looked healthy, I was passively attractive, had a decent long hair but somewhat lacking from what I was used to. I wore a black hooded attire that was over my pair of leggings and as I continued to speak to myself, I hear someone's voice inside my newly acquired head. 

"Jeans..." whispered the distant voice. 

With boots of sturdy leather. On my left arm, the one with the scared sigil, I had a stack of bracelets of some braided material in various colors. My ears were pierced in several places while the breasts were disappointingly small but, as a being who used agility as an advantage, I never found mammaries particularly fascinating. I was just about to inspect my rather promising nether regions when the whispering voice that had spoken earlier, regarding the Jeans, spoke more sharply as if she was reading my thoughts. 

"What the hell are you doing?" It said. 

That must be my host, I thought. I'll admit, I'd been lost in exploring my current Aspect that I had hardly notice or thought to the original occupant of this form. In truth, I was hoping that she would've either vacated the body or had been absorbed by my Soul as I did with that Night Elf. 

"Oh, um, sorry," I said awkwardly. 

Yet despite my apology, my host seemed more upset than before. "Who are you? And what the hell are you doing?" 

"Don't panic," I said. "But... remember that computer game? The one that I think you were playing a moment ago? The one with the giant Demon with the mask?" 

"Now I'm hearing a demon's voice?!" the Host yelled in fear and then to anger. "Lovely! That's the perfect thing I need right now..." 

"No, really," I tried to explain to her. "That was me. I'm Zevrad." 

"Oh god, I really am going insane. That or Adam spiked my drink. That's right. He must've done that. Come to think of it, it's exactly the kind of thing that he would find funny. I'm. Going. To. Kill. Him. Where's my phone? I'm going to kill him this time." 

I made a mental note to myself to remember this 'Adam' person. He sounded cool. 

I tried to calm her down again, "You know, 'insane' is such a negative word. I prefer the word unpredictable. Or chaotic. Since Chaos is where the party is at." 

For a moment, there was no response. Nothing coherent to me at least. Just a kind of mental squall. Then, her anger seemed to recede as she spoke to me. "So, you're saying that I'm not insane? That I'm not tripping at all?" 

"For all I know, you're insane like everyone else. To have dreamed of the Demon like me. Since dreams can shape reality, at least on some level. You and many others dreamed of me. And here I am."

"Okay, stop!" The voice yelled again. "Let me get this clear. You're telling me you're a demon. As in, the Burning Legion?" 

"Kind of. I long forsook my position amongst their ranks. Allow me to introduce myself more clearly this time. Throughout my history, I was the original Fool, Slayer of my Kin, Devil of Darkshore, Demon of Delusions, and so many others. For now, I am Zevrad Stargazer. In person." 

Then I began to realize that I had made a minor error, "Well, not in person. Or at least not in the form that I am accustomed to when introducing myself. Which does not imply that I am ungrateful for your hospitality." 

"Yeah..." said the voice, sounding calmer now. "I'm totally not buying this. This is all a crazy dream. It has to be. That or a trick. Or maybe I'm just zoning out the way that I sometimes do in class. Or it's a Disorder. I dunno, like sleeping sickness or something. Doesn't that affect the brain? Or is that a zombie plague? Is there a zombie plague? Or did I make that up as well?" 

I tried to explain about Dreams, the gods, and our long incarceration within the dungeons of the Black Fortress. I informed her about the paradox of what we call Reality and its infinite possibilities. The Aspects that we leave scattered across the universe that allows us to transcend time as I explained that even Death is the subject to the rules of Order and Chaos. How nothing ever really dies as our volatile essence can be extracted into Aspects of ourselves like water into a bottle. All of them separate but equally real, equally true to the core. 

There was silence now. A long silence. 

Then the voice said, very calmly, "When I see Adam, I'm going to kill him. And then I'm going to kill him again, just to make sure." 

For a moment, I wondered if other beings that I know followed me into my host. The sentiment, even words themselves, seemed strangely familiar. Then I thought that perhaps my host had maybe played too many games such as World of Warcraft. And had therefore acquired some of their less appealing manners and behaviors. 

Then, somehow, she must've caught my train of thoughts as she next said, "But World of Warcraft is just a game. Made up of light and pixels. It isn't real. How could it be?" 

I shrugged, "You say 'pixel' but I say 'imagination.' Dreams are made of them, sweetheart. Countless thoughts in which you pulled me out of and, as such, I'm as real as anything else that can be imagined. More so than some, in fact," I went on as I attempted to explain my knowledge of how I came to be and my experiences of coming from Chaos through Dream. 

"You may not be aware of this, but there's actually a theory in my world. A theory that thoughts are made up of the same particles that make up everything and that Dream is the other side of Reality. That without Dream, there would be no thoughts to shape reality." 

I waited for my new host to process this information. I could feel her struggling against the situation, against me, reality, you name it. 

"This is total b*llsh*t," she said. "This is all a figment of my overdeveloped imagination. I mean, why would a Demon choose me? And why wouldn't it be-" 

"Wouldn't be who?" I inquired leaving choosing to set aside to correct her that I am 'The Demon' and not just 'A Demon.' 

"Nothing. No one," she said. "God, now I'm arguing with myself. That's what comes of reading too much instead of being on a productive club. Just close your eyes. He'll go away as soon as he sees you're onto him. He's just a part of you, you know. A fragment of your subconscious. There's nothing he can do to you that you haven't already done to yourself. Just close your eyes and count to ten. One. Two. Three-" 

I waited. 

I had plenty of time. Slowly, I felt her resistance collapse, her disbelief, and panic recede. Then the host asked, "Are you still there?" 

"I'm afraid so." 

She screamed, "When will you be LEAVING?!" 

That was inhospitable, even rather hurtful, I thought. "You know, some people might feel privileged being a host of Yours Truly." 

The host seemed to have shrugged if she could. "No offense," she said. "But I have enough identity problems as it is without having to cope with a Demon living in my mind. And besides, how do I even know you're who you say you are? I mean, you don't sound like a demon to me." 

I corrected her this time, "I am 'The' Demon. Not 'A' Demon. And where do you get that rubbish from anyways?" 

"Everywhere! Books, films, games." 

"Oh please," I could see that myself having constant migraines with this one. "How old are you? Nine?" 

"Don't be ridiculous," the voice replied with a tone. "I'm twenty-one." 

"You can't be serious," I said. Recalling to myself that twenty-one in 'Human' years was already an adult. 

"At least I'm not a has-been from a stupid video game. And if I'd know you were a dick, I would've massacred you ten times over if I could rather than reading up on the lore." 

I sighed, "Fine, you are twenty-one. I'm sorry... um... what was your name?" 

My host gave a sniff, "They call me Jess." 

"Okay, okay. I'm sorry Jess. We started off on the wrong foot here. Could we perhaps start again? It isn't easy dying, being tormented for eons, coming back through Dream, then finding myself in a body who doesn't want me around. I mean. Just give me a break, okay? Think of me as..." 

I searched for the concept of the word within the mind of Jess so that she might understand. 
"...think of me as a refugee. A refugee from a war zone. Who lost his friends, his family, his whole planet. Would you really turn me away? Knowing what I'd been through?" 

A long silence, until, "Okay. I'll give it a try. You know, I loved the lore."

"Well, I guess that's a start. I have to admit, my stories are cool, although they don't show me in the most flattering light. I'll have to put the record straight. Remind me to do that sometime. Still, if I was your favorite, they must have got some of it right. Right?" 

"I never said you were my favorite," said the host with a hint of amusement. "Besides, you've never been mentioned in the lore."  

"What?"

"Your name, Zevrad, it's never been mentioned in the lore." 

"Oh." Well, that really did hurt my feelings. I'd kind of assumed that the imp who praised me painted me as the important character that I was. Now I discover that I am not mentioned in the lore. Not even once. I'd kind of assumed that the reason I'd ended up in this body was that the original owner and I had some intimate connection. And now she was trying to tell me that I don't exist in World of Warcraft's lore. 

Instinctively, I searched her mind. It felt a little like searching through a complex storage system. There were various galleries, archives, and directories filled with all kinds of information. Memories, facts, vocabularies, fantasies, feelings. I sensed that some of these would be hard to access, with locked doors with unlit rooms inside, but there were enough rooms that were well-lit. Giving me access to sections for me to find what I was looking for. I found a gallery devoted to the lore characters of World of Warcraft. Comics, books, posters, games, you name it. Oh, she was a fan all right. Even if her version of us was almost absurdly far from the truth. And now I suddenly realized why those pictures on the wall had seemed vaguely familiar. 

I sat down in astonishment. 

"Sylvanas... and Anduin? You're telling me that Sylvanas and Anduin are your favorites?" 

My host gave another one of her mental shrugs, "Well, you know..." 

"The b*tch who massacred both followers and foe just because she can? The man child who was so tragically incompetent that he sank his Alliance straight to the bottom of the ocean?"  

"You may be in my mind," said Jess, "but you're not going to tell me what to think." 

"Okay. Okay. You're the boss." 

There followed a lengthy silence, during which my stomach grumbles lustily. "I think that's a queue for breakfast," I said. "I take it we are on an agreement to that?" 

Jess just gave another shrug, "I'm not hungry." 

"Are you serious? I'm starving!" 

A sense of denial that something buried deep in one of those locked and unlit rooms from the recess of her mind. It was odd and rather disturbing. My previous incarnation had never once resisted any kind of pleasure. Besides, it had been eons since I'd experience as much as a loaf of bread let alone a cup of wine. 

"Come with me, Jess, in which we answer the cravings of our flesh," I said.

"No, we can't..." Jess refuted. 

And then, with the same instinct that had driven me to sort through my host's mind, I stepped forward and took full control of the body.

Zevrad Stargazer is the fusion of both a Demon and Night Elf male who joined the ranks of the Demon Hunters and became one of their Slayers.  A title bestowed to an Illidari with high prestige whose goals were to see the safety of Azeroth and the destruction of the Burning Legion. However, was this so?

The Demon Gan'arg, Mal'akor, had taken control over the Night Elf's body along with his role and memories. No one knows what had become of the Night Elf's soul other than Mal'akor but, if one looked closely, a hint of his essence still lingers inside.

For many years, Zevrad had followed the teachings of the Illidari to survive and avoid suspicion. His performance within their ranks was mediocre when it came to both agility and strength. What he excelled in were the fields of illusions and soul manipulation which made him one of the most cunning hunters among the Demon Hunters.

Cover by Todor Hristov 
https://www.artstation.com/artwork/N5oOz5

Wiki Page
https://moon-guard.fandom.com/wiki/Zevrad_Stargazer

"Things that make a good video game don't always make for a good book. Sometimes you need an Alternate Story, an Alternate Timeline, or an Alternate Vantage Poi- An Alternate Timeline- An Alternate Timeli-"

You acknowledge that this story is a completely different timeline from the Official Books and the Games of FNAF, therefore all Lore from these two can be kept, forgotten, and are subject to change. This is your only fore-warning.

FNAF: The Shattered Corridors follows a brand new protagonist named Lora who has become trapped within a long since run down Fazbear Entertainment restaurant called “Fred World” And must find her way out. Monsters lurk around every corner, but she isn’t as alone as she may think. In the end though, her getting out alive is not ensured, and she may even begin to question her best friend for more than one secret.

Reynolds spent the next 10 hours observing how the effects of the soul poison appeared, then increased, changed and finally become stable... the maid he was petting was like a terrified kitten not willing to breathe loud in hopes to avoid the anger of the smiling monster that was playing with her.

Konnos was terrified as well, and he could only hope that the monster would keep his word and spare him, he was smart enough to realize that the man in front of him did not fear his master at all and that he was not watching how Goonny contorted and screamed for the pleasure of it. No... 'He is trying to gain insights on the Edict of Death! That is the reason he took this mission, to observe the effects the poison has on the soul and try to understand it'. Right now Konnos could only gain as much information as possible and then report to Lord Temark hoping to survive, he started recounting what he knew.

'He doesn't seem to care for wealth'. He thought while stealing a quick look at him noticing the beautiful maid on his lap while adding. 'He cares more for his training than for pleasure'. He continued in that manner while Reynolds focused on studying the poison.

He knew what Konnos was doing and allowed him to do so, after all everything most of what he was showing right now was fake, after a while he found that he would not gain anything more from remaining here and decided to take his leave. Reynolds stored the recording orb and patted tenderly the maid's head while saying. "Pretty girl, you can go now". The girl soon stood next to the other two maids while her feelings were changing from relief to fear as she wondered if she had done what was expected of her, but she could only wait to know her fate.

"Konnos, was it? I will be leaving now, thank you for the book!" Reynolds disappeared leaving only a feather floating on the air and it dissipated a moment later, however it took nearly two hours before the chains started to crumble as well, and only then Konnos released a sigh as he celebrated being alive and having regained his freedom.

Reynolds have changed to his real form and was sitting inside his metallic life form while already on the way back towards Silver Grass City, he felt a little disappointed in how few insights he had gained from this mission and decided to show the recording orb to Jenne before reporting the task to the Fiend Castle. He smiled imagining Jenny struggling to concentrate while he teased her, he chuckled happily and took the book he had just obtained.

He had liked studying runes since he was very young, but he had interrupted his hobby to concentrate in his training... 'Perhaps it would be a good idea to start fiddling with runes again'. Reynolds thought as he started reading the book and soon a relaxed smile appeared on his face forgetting his training for a while as his divine avatars kept working hard on pondering the Fire Elemental Laws and the Edicts of Life and Death.

The usage of runes he had studied during his time on the Yulan Plane were reduced to simple applications like stealth and sealing both auras and scents. He had noticed that the Teleportation Array that Hodan had used to sent them to the Infernal Realm was made by runes, but he was not able to understand them at all. It was like if a four year-old who had just learned to read was trying to understand a high level dissertation on the application of saint level spells written with the most exquisite calligraphy, and he wondered if one day would he be able to reach that level. 'Why not? I have the time... there is nothing to stop me reaching that level'. He thought as he smiled and returned his attention to the book.

The rune arrays contained in this book were too advanced for him that he was only able to learn the purpose of the portrayed arrays, so he decided to find more books on runes to study. The book showed defensive rune arrays that were more powerful than the one Dylin had destroyed when he attacked the Radiant Church, at that time Reynolds was still living within the Holy Union and remembered the scene clearly.

Another array allowed to increase the elemental essence of a single element on an area to facilitated training or the desired living conditions, there were also arrays that could create illusions to hide whatever was contained within the array. He felt fascinated by the possibilities but his level in runes was too lacking, he soon sighed and put the book within his storage ring returning to his training in pondering the Fire Elemental Laws.

Another 20 years passed soon, and he was already arriving at the Silver Grass City, he had not managed to complete the last 3-way fusion but he had made great improvement and he expected that it would not take more than 50 years to complete the fusion. He arrived at his courtyard and smiled at the 6 women that were sitting in the living room.

His four wives and Talia were excited to see him, while Catherine only seemed relieved to find he had come back. "Did anything important happened while I was gone?" Reynolds asked as he petted Talia's head while smiling kindly at his daughter, he was happy to learn that Talia had started fusing two laws and would become a God within 50 years while Windsor expected to become a God within 10 years but had not managed to find how to fuse laws, but she did not seem to care much for it and was simply happy to be able to advance. Reynolds did not care either, as long as he was strong they could do as they pleased and Windsor had never showed love for training and becoming stronger like Koral and Rosarie... she was more of an artistic soul than the other girls.

They started enjoying a few delicacies that Reynolds bought before arriving at the courtyard and spend hours talking, Koral seemed specially proud and excited when she heard of how her husband had pretended to be another person while doing evil things causing Reynolds to chuckle. He had realized long ago that Koral had being very young when she became his magical beast companion and ended being influenced by his personality. Catherine on the other hand looked at him with as if she was watching a bandit and murmured a few things like. "Evil womanizer, bad influence, rotten bastard".

Reynolds chuckled before appearing behind her almost biting her ear as he asked her. "Are you talking to me? Do you want to see how much of a rotten bastard I could be?" Catherine trembled and escaped to her room while his four wives were laughing happily, only Talia sighed and went to console the upset elf while glaring at his father.

---

The next day Jenne was sitting on Reynolds's lap while slightly struggling to escape to be able to concentrate on watching the images that the recording orb was projecting, but all her attempts were useless as she found that her clothes were already opened while a pair of warm hands explored her breasts gently, she resigned herself while stopping her attempts to study the images showing a young man that suffered from excruciating pain.

"M-master! You have to promise to let me watch the orb after we are done playing!" Jenne half demanded half begged but Reynolds only chuckled and said. "Jenne, that orb is not mine... I will return it in a couple of hours, so you should really try to take advantage of the time and study hard". Reynolds sounded like an elder instructing a young girl to not waste food making Jenne scream in frustration while Reynolds looked at her with a devilish smile.

After playing for a while, he finally allowed Jenne to concentrate with her study of the orb for a couple of hours before taking Rosarie with him to deliver the evidence requested and complete the mission. As usual, they took their time before entering the castle and delivered the orb to the clerk along with his medallion for it to be upgraded to 6-star Fiend level.

An hour later, people looked with worship at Reynolds who was walking proudly with his new 6-star emblem and a gorgeous woman with jade long hair that reached almost to the ground. Rosarie was remembering his days as the Priestess of the Frozen Goddess Shrine and smiled thinking how proud she had felt at that time, she shook her head realizing that she was on a complete different level of power now but instead of being almost worshiped as a goddess... she was living in complete submission to a man she had learned to love, and blushed thinking that she liked this life better.

They entered the third floor of the Jadefloat Palace and walked towards the area where books were on display, this time a beautiful red haired mature woman approached them. "Dear guests, what kind of books are you looking for?" Her voice was business like and with certain touch of impatience as if she could not wait to go back to her reading.

Reynolds smiled thinking that he preferred this beautiful clerk after remembering the apparently old man that was working here last time he visited. "I'm looking for books on runes, from basics to complex. Can you show me what you have on the topic?" Reynolds was surprised when he noticed that the eyes of the red haired woman started shining when he mentioned runes and wondered how expensive would those book be that even this book-lover woman seemed excited at the idea of selling those books.

She soon returned with three books that were classified as beginners, advanced and mastery over rune lore, but before he even looked at the books she was gone again only to return a few minutes later with another three books again divided on beginners, advanced and mastery over array lore and started presenting the books.

"These two series were written by a Paragon, but they are not expensive due to his fame but because he spent almost a billion years doing research after he became a Paragon and seemed to have nothing else to do. They are the most complete collection we currently have and the cost is 5 million inkstones".

She suddenly looked more beautiful to Reynolds, not because her looks had changed but because she seemed to release a special aura while talking about a topic she loved making him smile. 'The books are expensive, but she is more excited due to the topic than for the commission she would gain from this transaction. I guess she works here to be able to read books for free... smart choice'. He thought and chuckled while delivering an interspatial ring with exactly 5 million inkstones, he took the books and looked at them as if they were treasures before leaving with a chuckling Rosarie that suddenly felt that studying runes with her husband seemed a very good idea.

"Coiling Dragon" fanfic - What if Reynolds decided to work hard from early age? What if he was blessed by Lady Luck?

WARNINGS - 
1. This novel is set up on a world where the strong eat the weak, so non-politically correct situations will be common as the story progresses.
2. This is a fanfic, so don't expect to relive all situations from the original novel as the MC will not follow Linley around all the time and their meetings will be reduced as the story progresses.
3. I'm not a native speaker, so don't expect grammar perfection.

I don't own either the cover picture or the characters of "Coiling Dragon".

patreon.com/_Vlad_

So first and foremost, I know I haven't posted in like a week. This will NOT be dropped, just some family and school things have been difficult to take care of. Sort of almost failing Senior year of High School and my mom has recently given birth to my Sister! 

Moving off that, I have several questions for release time and how to go forward in the plot. Lets just get through them in order, that would probably be easier...

1.) How often should I release chapters; I can't do everyday, so should it be 1 chapter each day for Wednesday - Sunday, or big releases of 4-5 chapters once every week. Your decision would be greatly appreciated because i'm a very lazy man.

2.) I will be releasing chapters on Saturday, how many should I release? 10 LONG chapters, 15 medium-ish chapters, or 20 short chapters? 

3.) Plot: Should I keep it consistent to the Warhammer 40k universe lore for the games and books, or should I twist as I see fit while keeping it still as the Warhammer 40k universe?
 - to add, if I was consistent, I would have to keep each character's goals in the books and games consistent to their counterparts, while changing as I see fit I would change certain points about those characters. Ex: Changing the Holy Emperor to be dying from a disease while on his throne as the reason why Alex is made in this universe. Or alternatively, popping Alex into the story immediately at x time point and keeping the Emperor's opinions and goals the same.

Sorry for the wait, I'll get back to you on Saturday, March 30th around 4:00 Hawaii standard time.

For the Emperor!

A young gamer named Alex has just discovered the Prototype game series. But just after finishing the final boss fight power goes out and a earthquake destroys the apartment complex he is in! He comes to in a unfamiliar room filled with members of his apartment before quickly losing consciousness again.
Being the gamer that he is, he chooses to go to the Warhammer 40,000 universe and obtain the Mercer Virus from Prototype. 

Let's see how the Mercer virus takes over the wide universe!






All rights go to the owners of: Prototype series (activision), Warhammer 40,000 series (whoever owns this series)


This is just for fun, and i will try to upload at least 3 chapters every week. Suggestions are appreciated, but not all will be put into consideration (if you make bad suggestions, they will be ignored basically)

Callum Stride an author of many books but yet to upload any of them is an anti-social but social when needed, high schooler that goes through life, one step at a time. The only friend he has is his best friend Chelsea Martin who always gives him a headache. 

What Callum doesn't knows is that he's caught the attention of one of the jocks at school who is silently stalking him.

A love that starts online between the author of his favourite book Tales of Lore and Lies and himself. What happens when they find each other?

Many stories in one.
#1 - Love Born Within Two Days 
#2 - My Love For You, Never Died 
#3 - In Begins and Ends With Us
#4 - Sis Loves Me Way Too Much 
#5 - Unrequited Desire
#6 - Social Desire
#7 - Sweet Like Honey
#8 - Blind Desire
#9 - My Little Bunny
--
Synopsis in the auxiliary chapters
--

Featured on scribblehub and Tapas.io

The historian said that you need to dig treasures near or along the roads, merchants, merchants, oins, robbers, travelers went along them ... you can find a lot of interesting things. We have almost no forests, but many roads. Since the time of the 8th century BC ...

... now I've been living here for 20 years ... and I found a lot of interesting things ...

it seems clear why he stayed here in the village, flashed through my head ...

Here are my findings and he casually showed his hand on the shelf where some old coins were lying in plastic bottles with ...

I found copper coins of Alexander the Great, Chinese coins of the eras of Xia, Sha, Tan, Qing, Han ... and many others, Persian, Turkish, Russian, German, French, 16-19 centuries.

There were ours - gold and silver, copper ... imperial, two empires ...

I found arrowheads, lead bullets, fragments of swords, and even twice ... an almost complete Lewis machine gun. Visibly remained since the 1920s and 30s of the last century.

I found finds in the ruins of old fortresses, caravanserais, abandoned houses on the slopes of the mountains. The finds are different ... from old books written in Arabic, to indications of silver, medals of the tsarist era, World War I ... aluminum spoons, sometimes fragments of sabers, swords ...

In general, this is our story ... I'm not a black digger, so I keep everything for the opening of the Light Mountains Museum of Local Lore. I am collecting history piece by piece, both material and non-material. I preserve the cultural heritage that young people so easily sell to foreigners for a penny. Money is not the main thing ?! Money is only a means, you need to be able to maintain your identity, culture, heritage inherited from the ancestors ...

What is interesting, the Light mountains were at one time part of the Boss empire, then the Tang empire, after which the border of the Arab caliphate ... the Turkic Khaganate passed ... then the border between the kingdom of Small-An and Tsarist Russia ... and then ... the mountains ceased to play any kind of importance ... they became inland ... for now ... once ...

... they were not found in them again ... forgotten mines ... walled up from the 13th century ... gold, silver ... and ... uranium ... then a second life began at the mountains ... until one day found a more convenient deposit in the desert ... and then the mountains forgot again ... only individual diggers, prospectors worked in mountain gorges ...

They remembered the mountains again when they began to think about ecology ... and tourism. These mountains deserve a separate book, encyclopedia, memory ... until now, these mountains remain unexplored until the end ... The "white spot" in history.

But for now, we are studying ... looking, finding!

And then you can get a great museum of local lore! Showing that these mountains have never been on the outskirts of the world, and in all ages actively participated in the trading life of Asia, Europe and Africa ...

Chinese travelers and monks passed through them in the 5th, 6th, 9th, 12th centuries ... they saw Genghis Khan ... maybe Alexander the Great, but not one hundred percent, although legends go about it. But the legends ... they have part of the truth and part of the fiction ...

Some locals pointing to the cave paintings indicate that alien ships landed in the mountains ... and point to strange drawings ... a man in a spacesuit ... although this could be anything ... how to interpret cave paintings ... few know for sure, one hundred percent. One can only guess ...

There is a tree that is at least 1500-2000 years old. Since this tree is considered ancient, and among the locals it is holy, because of their mixing of beliefs to monotheistic ... nobody will allow to explore the tree. One can only speculate ...

There is also an ancient mountain lake with the name "Tangri" .... there are many ancient ruins of fortresses and there ... how many interesting things are hidden underground? !!!!!

It's a pity that you can't use drones ... it would be easier, it's a pity that you can't use metal detectors ... well, I can, I have permission ... but I haven't received any drones yet. I sent a request, I'm already waiting for the second year ...

COMPLETED

The Silk Road ... it is inevitable the emergence of wells, caravanserais, guard fortresses, postal stations, local bazaars, regional bazaars, the emergence of new jobs:
- robbers (there were whole settlements)
- caravan guards
- changed
- merchants

Just about them and will be discussed.


About their life, tricks.

Alas, English is still the same ... there are mistakes, I am sure of it.

I hope over time I will be able to fix them.

I just wanted to share information about such an interesting topic as the history of the development of the Silk Road.

----
And also a series of stories about treasures, treasure hunters.

--------------------------------
This is a work of art. Any resemblance to real people or real events is purely coincidental.

The space behind the door was much smaller than they had expected. They had thought it was a room piled with treasures, but, in fact, it wasn't even a room. Two people could only stand at the open iron door. Before them was a wall. There was a wooden shelf between them and the wall. The treasure light was from the treasures on the shelf.
Both Jiang Chen and Jiang Moliang felt like they had opened someone's wardrobe. A spiritual suit, a battle suit, and a set of armor were hanging there. There were belts, gloves, and long boots too. And there were also all kinds of accessories. Besides the clothes and accessories, they also found a short sword and two neatly placed books.
Jiang Chen took a look at the books and found they were about methods and martial arts techniques. "These must have belonged to the owner of the grave."
Jiang Moliang was very surprised. She said, "The man anticipated his own death, so he organized everything, like people will do before they go to sleep."
"This is all good stuff," Jiang Chen said.
The method and martial arts techniques books he had leafed through were both full of high-quality materials that were rarely seen. They were good enough to be included in the Over Cloud Palace's collection.
Despite the old design of the spiritual suit, the battle suit, and the armor, they were at least as good as contemporary masters' works. Their defensive power was surprisingly strong. They could even bear the attack of Doctrine Artifacts!
He took the short sword down and drew it out of its sheath. He was instantly shocked.
"It is a Doctrine Artifact!"
A ready Doctrine Artifact was here, though because of the damage on it, the soul of the sword was fast asleep.
"Young Master Wind." Jiang Moliang had finally calmed down. She was going to discuss with him how to carve up the treasures.
"Call me Jiang Chen. You already know my name."
"But which one is your real identity? Young Master Wind or Jiang Chen?" Jiang Moliang's look became extremely sharp. She kept staring at him.
"Maybe neither." Jiang Chen didn't say more. He just smiled mysteriously.
"Your identity doesn't matter to us so much anymore. I was going to ask you how we should carve these things up," Jiang Moliang said.
"What do you mean?" Jiang Chen didn't answer her rashly. Whatever he was talking about, he preferred not to be the first one to tell others what was on his mind.
"You opened this door. So you get to pick first. We'll split all these treasures 50-50. Thus, the remaining half will be mine." Jiang Moliang's suggestion sounded reasonable. Of course, she wouldn't have accepted anything less either.
"Sounds good."
If Jiang Moliang hadn't brought him here, none of these things would have happened.
Jiang Moliang stepped back so that Jiang Chen could pick first.
Jiang Chen counted all of the treasures. There were 11 of them in all, an odd number, which couldn't be split evenly. Each of the things was worth a fortune.
Fortunately, neither Jiang Chen nor Jiang Moliang was greedy. Jiang Moliang told him without any hesitation that he could take one more treasure.
Jiang Chen refused politely. He took the spiritual suit and the battle suit. One of them could be used as a coat, while the other could be used as an undercoat. And they were exactly his size. Now Jiang Chen wouldn't have to worry about being naked again, since his clothes were frequently getting burned up.He also took a black ring with a flamboyant design that looked like a fiercely burning flame. This ring had something to do with the lore of fire.
In fact, the owner of the grave must have been skilled at the martial arts techniques of fire. That was obvious from the Fire Wolf Constellation Map.
Jiang Chen put the ring on his finger. Instantly, he felt it clearly that the lore of fire he had mastered had progressed again. Now, he was more sensitive to fire. The next two things he took were certainly the method and the martial arts technique.
The remainder was all Jiang Moliang's, including the Doctrine Artifact short sword. None of these things was average since they had been chosen by the grave owner to be put behind the door. It was quite fair for both of them.
"Let's go."
Now that they had gotten the treasures, they'd better leave as soon as possible. They didn't feel right staying there.
Jiang Chen agreed to leave but felt it was more or less a pity that he knew nothing about the grave owner. In some sense, Jiang Moliang and he had gotten this man's inheritance.
They walked out of the grave and left the mountain as quickly as possible.
"Where shall we go next?" Jiang Chen wanted to continue, since he had tasted blood.
"There are a few more places like this. The thing is I don't know where they are. I knew about this grave only by chance," Jiang Moliang said helplessly.
"All right."
"What are you going to do?" Jiang Moliang asked,throwing him a glance and pretending it was only a casual question.
"I'll go back to the Elixir Association and refine heaven elixirs to break through to Celestial Venerable," Jiang Chen said.
Jiang Moliang was struck dumb. She involuntarily nodded. The Elixir Association was indeed a good place for Jiang Chen to go.
"I'm going to a desolate land to practice in seclusion, so that I can be a grand Venerable as soon as possible," Jiang Moliang said.
That meant the two would have to say good-bye.
Jiang Chen wasn't surprised. He said, "It's too early to practice in seclusion for you. Why don't you come back to the Elixir Association with me? I will refine a heaven elixir for you."
A free heaven elixir was quite a temptation. Jiang Moliang hesitated.
"Don't you want to take part in the Title Battle?" Jiang Chen added.
Her age was perfect to take part in the Title Battle. And her result wouldn't be bad. Jiang Moliang shook her head. As the Jiangs' traitor, she would be in trouble if she went to take part in the Title Battle.
"I will make adventures of my own. Waiting for your heaven elixir won't do any good to my misfortunes." Jiang Moliang said after hesitation.
"Okay." Jiang Chen didn't insist. Everyone had to make his own choices.
It was an easy good-bye. They only exchanged a look. Then Jiang Moliang flew away at full speed.
Jiang Chen randomly chose a direction to fly in. When he had stopped, he burned a hole in a mountain wall in which he could fit. He took everything he had gotten in the grave out. He examined the spiritual suit and the battle suit. They both looked fine to him. He put them on. He had to admit they were much more comfortable than average clothes.
To test them, Jiang Chen emitted fire. The clothes remained intact. In addition, a brilliant pattern showed up on the grayish-black battle suit.
"Good. Good."
Putting the defensive power aside, this alone was already good enough for Jiang Chen. After extinguishing the fire, he began to study the ring.
Jiang Chen had noticed the black ring had looked like a fire when the fire had been burning. As a result, his control over fire became much more subtle.
"I am Flame Emperor!" All of a sudden, a majestic voice appeared in Jiang Chen's head. Then a man's figure showed up in the flame-shaped ring. Jiang Chen wanted to throw the ring away, but he found he couldn't take it off, as if it had grown out of his flesh.
"It is thou who got part of my inheritance?" The man in the fire had eyes in the shape of flames too. He kept staring at Jiang Chen.
"Is there anyone else here?" Jiang Chen was annoyed. He hated to fall into a passive position. Outrageous for him, it really got on his nerves.
"Great. Fantastic. Thou have the genuine blood of the celestial phoenix and the Alien Flame! Young man, thou are promising!" The creature in the fire said loudly, not annoyed by his tone.
Jiang Chen was very surprised that the man knew so many things about him. He also wondered what the man was implying.
"In short, I left part of my inheritance in the Nine Realms before my death. Whoever gets my inheritance can be the next Flame Emperor and become extremely strong."
Jiang Chen had never heard of such a way to get an inheritance. He said out of curiosity, "What should I do then?"


The war of gods left the earth no winners, but a broken world.
Thousands of years later, the soul of the God of war created a new world from the ruins.
Nine reincarnations for the same one belief.
A youngster looked up at the starlit sky with his sword in hand.
Monsters, demons, evil persons…Whoever had the nerve to damage this world would end up dying.
To see how a youngster got onto the top of the world little by little, inherited the soul of the God of war, and defend his own world!

lore books

Eranoth's Lore Books Volume 1 Shapeshifting

Ascendance: The Rebirth of the Unknown Gamer

The Wizard Inheritance

The Delusions of Stargazer

Five Nights At Freddy’s: The Shattered Corridors

The Burning Fiend

Prototype Reincarnation 40,000

Uncontrollably Fond of You[BL] [Complete]

Stories about merchants or cunning merchant

The Brilliant Fighting Master

People search lore books also like: