Oneshot: The Trials of Strife were designed to train the Army of the Light, a cooperative fighting force that would stand against the Dharkwave. Of course, no-one said that there couldn't be a bit of healthy competition in the midst of said training...
Oneshot: Having nine lives turns out to have its advantages. Especially when it gets you out of Sheol.
Poem: Twilight had come to the planes. Cindara had to act before darkness followed.
Oneshot: The Army of the Light was formed to battle the Dharkwave. So all Cindara could do was fight.
REIMAGINING. Twenty years ago, the world ended. The paradise that mankind had built crumbled to dust. Now, humanity lives under the reign of the oppressive and mysterious Order. Those who dare rise up against it are brutally smashed down. But there is a new hope. A weapon of incredible power. The Sigil.
Oneshot: "They're dogs! And they're playing poker!"
Poem: "I'm Rook, the elven ranger. I reside just out of reach, while my enemies fall below the flurry and the fury of my companions."
Oneshot: It is the nature of all mortals to fear death. To wonder what comes after it, and if necessary, invent fables to provide an explanation. Jin She wanted more however. She wanted to know the truth. No matter how terrifying that truth might be...
As the new tournaments are about to start in the land of Pandiora, Champions from all over the world gathers to join this glorious event. As the old warriors gets to mingle with the new ones, strange connections starts to happen... and something unexpected evolves in the heat of the moment. Then again, Anything can happen in a world of Pandiora! 'One-Shot' (not really).
Newerth/Strife Oneshot: War was a universal constant, and not just for Strife. All that mattered was how a people dealt with it.