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First off. I'd like to state that this is a card exclusive story, there are no humans nor anthros. (As listed in tags) As for the rights to Yu-Gi-Oh, I do not own them myself. (Again obvious) As such, this is considered a fan story by it's nature and therefor does not infringe on any parties involved. If so asked by the owners of the IP, this story will be taken down without argument.

)(Story characters and their creature cards.

This list shows what each of the characters are in the story, in relation to their duel masters' cards.

Name Card

Sam Fringe; Patrician of Darkness.

Joseph One; Armored Zombie.

Jose Hint; Shadow Spector.

Ginger Fine; The 13th Grave.

Helga Rone; Dancing Elf.

Infa Realin Rogin; Harpy Lady

This is just an interesting take on a world of the Duel Monsters as if it were their world, and not our's, that they existed in. This is a story of a power struggle between forces in their world. I now have the pleasure of inviting you to join this unique fantasy. Open wide the gates of your mind and step into another, not so ordinary, world...

Wicked and mean; sorceress and crafty; vile and sinister; Infa Realin Rogin. Also known as the Rouge, Infa was a horrid ruler of the mountains. Her armies of wicked Elves and sinister Spellcasters teemed with delight for years at raiding the wastelands and even into the Yami area to the south. The Zombies and Fiends, surprisingly peaceful when unprovoked, were becoming increasingly strained by the constant raids. Their stores of Violet Crystal were being held hostage in several cities, forcing the zombies to kneel before such a superior race. The Elves thought themselves the only true rulers of the Inge Isles. Even the creatures that dwell in the surrounding waters had distaste for their arrogant ways. While most Zombies unfortunately lacked the proper capacity to organize, the fiends were able to hold their own a bit better. When the Zombie's main mining outpost of Fine's Town was taken, they had had enough. The Zombies of the town that were able to escape formed a small unit and headed toward the fiend capital city. The ruler, Sam Fringe offered them a counsel most hospitably and as they voiced their ordeal, the Patrician of Darkness vowed to unite the wastelands and bring an end to the Elf and Spellcaster reign of tyranny. The Zombie group that made their proposal to the Patrician was led by none other than the five time decorated war veteran, miner, and leader of Fine's town, Ginger Fine. The tall 13th Grave Zombie stood at nearly six foot nine inches. She could not lead her people against the Elven onslaught alone, and now, with the help of Patrician Sam, she wouldn't have to. Drink, food, and plenty of other refreshments were offered the visitors as they awaited the Patrician to assemble his other forces. They knew that to go up against the Elves and Spellcasters meant to face true mortal danger. As most Zombies could survive the vast majority of typically fatal wounds due to their undead nature, their only weakness is to the wicked entrances of magic and spellcraft wielded by their foes. With the Shadow Specters and Armored Zombies assembling along massive ranks, the commander donned his armor at the front of the deep well of monsters. The very ground shook as the rusted armor and serrated blades clanked around rotten bodies. With the order given and the troops assembled, they marched. Joseph One, the commander of the forces, strode a few feet out in front of the massive army as his second in command, Jose Hint, floated alongside. The army marched for days, covering the vast expanse of the wastelands; a slow trudge. With a short supply of Violet Crystal, the army began to grow ragged, hungry, and thin. The only hope for them was to recover the mine of Fine's Town. Fine was glad to assist in the planning. Timing and speed were the most important pillars. If these were not upheld, this army would certainly crumble, for without Violet Crystals to infuse new energy into themselves, Zombies continue to rot and eventually die. It is because of this that the Elves struck the mines first. It was a brilliant strategy; starve the enemy and keep them weak. Without food, an army cannot march far. Everything was hitched on this battle for every last bit of the precious stone was loaded on the backs of this army. If this attack were to fail, it could mean destruction for countless races, if not a horrid life of slavery. The dawn came over the heavily beaten ground and all that could be seen for nearly two miles was nothing but the expanse of Zombies and Fiends that stretched from horizon to horizon. They stood before a massive labyrinth, undoubtedly created by the mistress, Helga Rone, Infa's right hand Elf. The wiry thing danced cheerfully over-top the huge structure taunting the army with profane insults. The Labyrinth would certainly contain creatures from beyond the Yami...Machines! Several Launcher Spiders and Throne Room Guards emerged from the walls and opened fire on the force. Thousands of Zombies fell, only to be replaced by more, eager to take the fight to the enemy. The massive army overwhelmed the few machines and dismantled them viciously. Proceeding into the Labyrinth, Jose led the Shadow Specters and Wall Shadows through the corridors, weeding out the few Illusionist Faceless Mages and other wicked dark Spellcasters. With the initial clearing done and the main force led by Jose continued onward, most of the Wall Shadows stayed behind to guard the entrance and provide an escape rout if necessary. A low rumble could be heard just as Jose's detachment reached the middle of the maze. Labyrinth tanks, and lots of them, were headed straight for Jose's command. He circled all of his troops around the small clearing and awaited the inevitable. Just as the tanks emerged, so did an ominous cloud, bearing with it, a division of summoned skulls. With the new reinforcements, the Shadow Specters now stood a healthy chance. From every direction, tank after tank came tunneling through the mystic bricks, only to be cut down by the imposing Skulls. Though they succeeded in pushing the tanks and creatures back, most of the reinforcements and nearly all of the Shadow Specters had fallen. With the Wall Shadows guarding the entrances to the maze on the Zombie side, they could expect no more reinforcements for now. Their Crystal supplies were already dangerously low by now. With only a few hours of night left and their diminished strength in the daytime, the Zombies had only a waning hope of taking the field this day. They pushed on, more desperate now, toward the end of the maze. They were fortunate to find it so quickly, only an hour after the battle with the tanks. Now the true threat stood before them. A stretch of Spellcasters and Elves, while paling in comparison to that of the Zombies, was perilous none-the-less. The fiends, having chose to go around the maze and meet their comrades on the other side, were not yet present. The small force of Shadow Specters and Summoned Skulls fought valiantly, falling only after taking many with them. The battle raged for only a few moments. When one uses magic the battle never lasts long. Hundreds of Spellcasters and lower Elves lay dead. Beside them and amongst them lay the remains of the nearly four hundred troops led by Jose. None were left alive, slaughtered to the last man. Jose was confined to a crystal and set ablaze by Infa herself. Her bold and brazen act was not without consequence however. The forces whose late arrival had finally come, stood poised and ready to fight the army of Elves. While the Elves were already tired from battle and their Spellcaster allies eliminated, they shambled into their ranks, hoping for the best. The last bout of morale fell from their ranks however, when Infa turned and fled with her second in command close at her heels. A now commander-less and battle-beaten army lays in the path of a fierce fiend horde. No quarter would be given this day, no blood of foe left unspilled nor foul tongue left in throat. The fiends hacked, slashed and clawed their way through the weakened ranks. An unstoppable flood, as it must have appeared to the Elves, would not cease. For nearly an hour, the fiends rent their foe to shreds. Without a single Elf left alive, they sounded their horns to the Zombies. They had taken the field, the day, and the town but what of the war?...

Lokor Kitsune.

2012

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Thanks for reading everyone. It was short I know but I may continue it sometime. Let me know!

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