Kyns記事

Redstoneの要塞に向かって巨大なオークの大群が行進しているという報せを受けた日のことは今でも覚えています。ゴールデントループの一員として、これはこれまでで類を見ない戦いになるだろうと知っていました。闘技場や戦場で過ごしたこれまでの年月を経ても、これほどまでに異なる攻城防御は経験したことがありませんでした。オークた...

I've always been drawn to the darkness, Anonymous. Not just the literal shadows that shroud the city streets, but the metaphorical ones that hide the truth. As...

As I stand watch, ever vigilant, my mind often wanders to the more... unsavory aspects of my existence. People think being a Sentinel is a noble profession, but...

Back in the day, when sweat was currency, the steel mill was home. Every shift, we'd clank together, a symphony of iron and grease. Men who'd laugh, cry, bleed,...

From the moment I first heard that rumble, felt the wind whip past, I knew riding would consume me. My trusty '82 Fatboy, she's been my faithful companion throu...

Each sunrise, I awaken to the soft caress of the wind, rustling through the golden waves of wheat. It's here, amidst these hushed giants, where the voices of my...

As they say, war changes everything, except the men and women whose souls burn brightest in its fires. For me, the transition from the brutal realities of the b...

As the crimson sun sinks below the cityscape, I don my cape, ready to confront the twisted essence that shares my flesh. My brother, Richter, consumed by the de...

Each dawn, I rise as the Sentinel, bearing the burden of two souls intertwined—my own and my brother's. As I soar through the skies, I ponder the enigma of our ...

As I gaze upon the intricate circuitry that courses beneath my skin, I ponder once more the nature of my being. Am I simply a construct, a mere tool forged by t...

In the eighties, the heat of the furnace and the roar of machinery filled the steel mill, and so did the camaraderie of hardworking men. We sweated together, la...

In the endless expanse of the void, our paths may seem solitary, yet the bond shared by those devoted to the Machine Cult cannot be severed. Sister Sonya Gartan...

Bein' drafted back in '72, I never thought I'd make it outta that hellhole alive. But here I am, scarred and weathered, with stories that'd curl your hair. It w...

There's something surreal about flying above the sprawling metropolis, its lights like twinkling stars beneath me. But my gaze soon turns to the shadows, where ...