Let's play a game

Silence_Eve
Silence_Eve
edited August 2010 in General Discussion
Ok, since we pretty much steam-punk rolled over every other thread, I decided to make something for randomness for the of being random.

What were are going to do is create a story using random phrases; how we do it is copy the previous statement and build from it...and so on and so forth. ((I've wanted to do this for awhile))

Game on!! ^^

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  • Embirsiphone
    Embirsiphone
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    The night was dark and shadowed with mist
  • gaaran
    gaaran
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    The night was dark and shadowed with mist

    The blood moon hung low and red on the horizon.
  • Duskreign
    Duskreign
    Posts: 1,085
    The night was dark and shadowed with mist

    The blood moon hung low and red on the horizon.

    Stiff winds shifted chaotically against sweat-damp skin.
  • Silence_Eve
    Silence_Eve
    Posts: 106
    The night was dark and shadowed with mist

    The blood moon hung low and red on the horizon.

    Stiff winds shifted chaotically against sweat-damp skin.

    The ground sank with each step and blood seeped through his thin boots.
  • Embirsiphone
    Embirsiphone
    Posts: 385
    The night was dark and shadowed with mist

    The blood moon hung low and red on the horizon.

    Stiff winds shifted chaotically against sweat-damp skin.

    The ground sank with each step and blood seeped through his thin boots.

    He would have grunted in pain if he could feel half the wounds that littered his body, but the adrenaline was high and the battle was only beginning
  • Silence_Eve
    Silence_Eve
    Posts: 106
    The night was dark and shadowed with mist

    The blood moon hung low and red on the horizon.

    Stiff winds shifted chaotically against sweat-damp skin.

    The ground sank with each step and blood seeped through his thin boots.

    He would have grunted in pain if he could feel half the wounds that littered his body, but the adrenaline was high and the battle was only beginning

    He was deaf to the screams of agony and the sounds of metal clashing as he spotted his target and raised his sword.
  • Embirsiphone
    Embirsiphone
    Posts: 385
    The night was dark and shadowed with mist

    The blood moon hung low and red on the horizon.

    Stiff winds shifted chaotically against sweat-damp skin.

    The ground sank with each step and blood seeped through his thin boots.

    He would have grunted in pain if he could feel half the wounds that littered his body, but the adrenaline was high and the battle was only beginning

    He was deaf to the screams of agony and the sounds of metal clashing as he spotted his target and raised his sword.

    With arc of his blade and spatter of blood his opponent fell to the ground, pleading mercy, claiming inexistent children and wives.
  • Silence_Eve
    Silence_Eve
    Posts: 106
    The night was dark and shadowed with mist

    The blood moon hung low and red on the horizon.

    Stiff winds shifted chaotically against sweat-damp skin.

    The ground sank with each step and blood seeped through his thin boots.

    He would have grunted in pain if he could feel half the wounds that littered his body, but the adrenaline was high and the battle was only beginning

    He was deaf to the screams of agony and the sounds of metal clashing as he spotted his target and raised his sword.

    With arc of his blade and spatter of blood his opponent fell to the ground, pleading mercy, claiming inexistent children and wives.

    His body fell to ground with a dull thud and he continued on, keeping his true target in his lone of vision as he removed more obstacles.
  • DarkMagus
    DarkMagus
    Posts: 425
    The night was dark and shadowed with mist

    The blood moon hung low and red on the horizon.

    Stiff winds shifted chaotically against sweat-damp skin.

    The ground sank with each step and blood seeped through his thin boots.

    He would have grunted in pain if he could feel half the wounds that littered his body, but the adrenaline was high and the battle was only beginning

    He was deaf to the screams of agony and the sounds of metal clashing as he spotted his target and raised his sword.

    With arc of his blade and spatter of blood his opponent fell to the ground, pleading mercy, claiming inexistent children and wives.

    His body fell to ground with a dull thud and he continued on, keeping his true target in his lone of vision as he removed more obstacles.

    Explosions of lightning lit up countless heaps of bodies, whether this lightning was the rage of the Gods or the formidable weapons of the enemy battle mages, he was unsure, but would discover all too soon.
  • Embirsiphone
    Embirsiphone
    Posts: 385
    The night was dark and shadowed with mist

    The blood moon hung low and red on the horizon.

    Stiff winds shifted chaotically against sweat-damp skin.

    The ground sank with each step and blood seeped through his thin boots.

    He would have grunted in pain if he could feel half the wounds that littered his body, but the adrenaline was high and the battle was only beginning

    He was deaf to the screams of agony and the sounds of metal clashing as he spotted his target and raised his sword.

    With arc of his blade and spatter of blood his opponent fell to the ground, pleading mercy, claiming inexistent children and wives.

    His body fell to ground with a dull thud and he continued on, keeping his true target in his lone of vision as he removed more obstacles.

    Explosions of lightning lit up countless heaps of bodies, whether this lightning was the rage of the Gods or the formidable weapons of the enemy battle mages, he was unsure, but would discover all too soon.

    Though he figured a war such as this would spite any god that witnessed it, any god that look on and enjoyed the good and pure would be enraged by this and perhaps even a few of the more sinister ones. the flashes of lighting were closing in on his person and he barely dodged it
  • Silence_Eve
    Silence_Eve
    Posts: 106
    The night was dark and shadowed with mist

    The blood moon hung low and red on the horizon.

    Stiff winds shifted chaotically against sweat-damp skin.

    The ground sank with each step and blood seeped through his thin boots.

    He would have grunted in pain if he could feel half the wounds that littered his body, but the adrenaline was high and the battle was only beginning

    He was deaf to the screams of agony and the sounds of metal clashing as he spotted his target and raised his sword.

    With arc of his blade and spatter of blood his opponent fell to the ground, pleading mercy, claiming inexistent children and wives.

    His body fell to ground with a dull thud and he continued on, keeping his true target in his lone of vision as he removed more obstacles.

    Explosions of lightning lit up countless heaps of bodies, whether this lightning was the rage of the Gods or the formidable weapons of the enemy battle mages, he was unsure, but would discover all too soon.

    Though he figured a war such as this would spite any god that witnessed it, any god that look on and enjoyed the good and pure would be enraged by this and perhaps even a few of the more sinister ones. the flashes of lighting were closing in on his person and he barely dodged it

    He could detect the distinct scent of burning hair and without a moment of thought, he bolted ahead, narrowly missing confrontations and corpses.
  • Poutine_Paladin
    Poutine_Paladin
    Posts: 285
    The night was dark and shadowed with mist

    The blood moon hung low and red on the horizon.

    Stiff winds shifted chaotically against sweat-damp skin.

    The ground sank with each step and blood seeped through his thin boots.

    He would have grunted in pain if he could feel half the wounds that littered his body, but the adrenaline was high and the battle was only beginning

    He was deaf to the screams of agony and the sounds of metal clashing as he spotted his target and raised his sword.

    With arc of his blade and spatter of blood his opponent fell to the ground, pleading mercy, claiming inexistent children and wives.

    His body fell to ground with a dull thud and he continued on, keeping his true target in his lone of vision as he removed more obstacles.

    Explosions of lightning lit up countless heaps of bodies, whether this lightning was the rage of the Gods or the formidable weapons of the enemy battle mages, he was unsure, but would discover all too soon.

    Though he figured a war such as this would spite any god that witnessed it, any god that look on and enjoyed the good and pure would be enraged by this and perhaps even a few of the more sinister ones. the flashes of lighting were closing in on his person and he barely dodged it

    He could detect the distinct scent of burning hair and without a moment of thought, he bolted ahead, narrowly missing confrontations and corpses.

    Tripping over the corpse of a fallen soldier, he suddenly finds himself face down in a pool of blood and mud, sure that he will be struck dead at any moment.
  • Embirsiphone
    Embirsiphone
    Posts: 385
    The night was dark and shadowed with mist

    The blood moon hung low and red on the horizon.

    Stiff winds shifted chaotically against sweat-damp skin.

    The ground sank with each step and blood seeped through his thin boots.

    He would have grunted in pain if he could feel half the wounds that littered his body, but the adrenaline was high and the battle was only beginning

    He was deaf to the screams of agony and the sounds of metal clashing as he spotted his target and raised his sword.

    With arc of his blade and spatter of blood his opponent fell to the ground, pleading mercy, claiming inexistent children and wives.

    His body fell to ground with a dull thud and he continued on, keeping his true target in his lone of vision as he removed more obstacles.

    Explosions of lightning lit up countless heaps of bodies, whether this lightning was the rage of the Gods or the formidable weapons of the enemy battle mages, he was unsure, but would discover all too soon.

    Though he figured a war such as this would spite any god that witnessed it, any god that look on and enjoyed the good and pure would be enraged by this and perhaps even a few of the more sinister ones. the flashes of lighting were closing in on his person and he barely dodged it

    He could detect the distinct scent of burning hair and without a moment of thought, he bolted ahead, narrowly missing confrontations and corpses.

    Tripping over the corpse of a fallen soldier, he suddenly finds himself face down in a pool of blood and mud, sure that he will be struck dead at any moment.

    But he held faith that his god would protect him, he was honour bound to destroy this plague once in for all, it was all a lie.
  • DarkMagus
    DarkMagus
    Posts: 425
    The night was dark and shadowed with mist

    The blood moon hung low and red on the horizon.

    Stiff winds shifted chaotically against sweat-damp skin.

    The ground sank with each step and blood seeped through his thin boots.

    He would have grunted in pain if he could feel half the wounds that littered his body, but the adrenaline was high and the battle was only beginning

    He was deaf to the screams of agony and the sounds of metal clashing as he spotted his target and raised his sword.

    With arc of his blade and spatter of blood his opponent fell to the ground, pleading mercy, claiming inexistent children and wives.

    His body fell to ground with a dull thud and he continued on, keeping his true target in his lone of vision as he removed more obstacles.

    Explosions of lightning lit up countless heaps of bodies, whether this lightning was the rage of the Gods or the formidable weapons of the enemy battle mages, he was unsure, but would discover all too soon.

    Though he figured a war such as this would spite any god that witnessed it, any god that look on and enjoyed the good and pure would be enraged by this and perhaps even a few of the more sinister ones. the flashes of lighting were closing in on his person and he barely dodged it

    He could detect the distinct scent of burning hair and without a moment of thought, he bolted ahead, narrowly missing confrontations and corpses.

    Tripping over the corpse of a fallen soldier, he suddenly finds himself face down in a pool of blood and mud, sure that he will be struck dead at any moment.

    But he held faith that his god would protect him, he was honour bound to destroy this plague once in for all, it was all a lie.

    There, amongst the muck and bodily fluids, glimmered the gem-encrested silver hilt of a dagger with an ominous glow.
  • Poutine_Paladin
    Poutine_Paladin
    Posts: 285
    The night was dark and shadowed with mist

    The blood moon hung low and red on the horizon.

    Stiff winds shifted chaotically against sweat-damp skin.

    The ground sank with each step and blood seeped through his thin boots.

    He would have grunted in pain if he could feel half the wounds that littered his body, but the adrenaline was high and the battle was only beginning

    He was deaf to the screams of agony and the sounds of metal clashing as he spotted his target and raised his sword.

    With arc of his blade and spatter of blood his opponent fell to the ground, pleading mercy, claiming inexistent children and wives.

    His body fell to ground with a dull thud and he continued on, keeping his true target in his lone of vision as he removed more obstacles.

    Explosions of lightning lit up countless heaps of bodies, whether this lightning was the rage of the Gods or the formidable weapons of the enemy battle mages, he was unsure, but would discover all too soon.

    Though he figured a war such as this would spite any god that witnessed it, any god that look on and enjoyed the good and pure would be enraged by this and perhaps even a few of the more sinister ones. the flashes of lighting were closing in on his person and he barely dodged it

    He could detect the distinct scent of burning hair and without a moment of thought, he bolted ahead, narrowly missing confrontations and corpses.

    Tripping over the corpse of a fallen soldier, he suddenly finds himself face down in a pool of blood and mud, sure that he will be struck dead at any moment.

    But he held faith that his god would protect him, he was honour bound to destroy this plague once in for all, it was all a lie.

    There, amongst the muck and bodily fluids, glimmered the gem-encrested silver hilt of a dagger with an ominous glow.

    He reached out towards it, and as he pulled it from the mud, a pain unlike any he'd ever imagined ran through his arm.
  • DarkMagus
    DarkMagus
    Posts: 425
    The night was dark and shadowed with mist

    The blood moon hung low and red on the horizon.

    Stiff winds shifted chaotically against sweat-damp skin.

    The ground sank with each step and blood seeped through his thin boots.

    He would have grunted in pain if he could feel half the wounds that littered his body, but the adrenaline was high and the battle was only beginning

    He was deaf to the screams of agony and the sounds of metal clashing as he spotted his target and raised his sword.

    With arc of his blade and spatter of blood his opponent fell to the ground, pleading mercy, claiming inexistent children and wives.

    His body fell to ground with a dull thud and he continued on, keeping his true target in his lone of vision as he removed more obstacles.

    Explosions of lightning lit up countless heaps of bodies, whether this lightning was the rage of the Gods or the formidable weapons of the enemy battle mages, he was unsure, but would discover all too soon.

    Though he figured a war such as this would spite any god that witnessed it, any god that look on and enjoyed the good and pure would be enraged by this and perhaps even a few of the more sinister ones. the flashes of lighting were closing in on his person and he barely dodged it

    He could detect the distinct scent of burning hair and without a moment of thought, he bolted ahead, narrowly missing confrontations and corpses.

    Tripping over the corpse of a fallen soldier, he suddenly finds himself face down in a pool of blood and mud, sure that he will be struck dead at any moment.

    But he held faith that his god would protect him, he was honour bound to destroy this plague once in for all, it was all a lie.

    There, amongst the muck and bodily fluids, glimmered the gem-encrested silver hilt of a dagger with an ominous glow.

    He reached out towards it, and as he pulled it from the mud, a pain unlike any he'd ever imagined ran through his arm.

    He was beseiged by unclean thoughts of bloodlust and terror, but try as he may he was unable to release the blade.
  • gaaran
    gaaran
    Posts: 740
    The night was dark and shadowed with mist

    The blood moon hung low and red on the horizon.

    Stiff winds shifted chaotically against sweat-damp skin.

    The ground sank with each step and blood seeped through his thin boots.

    He would have grunted in pain if he could feel half the wounds that littered his body, but the adrenaline was high and the battle was only beginning

    He was deaf to the screams of agony and the sounds of metal clashing as he spotted his target and raised his sword.

    With arc of his blade and spatter of blood his opponent fell to the ground, pleading mercy, claiming inexistent children and wives.

    His body fell to ground with a dull thud and he continued on, keeping his true target in his lone of vision as he removed more obstacles.

    Explosions of lightning lit up countless heaps of bodies, whether this lightning was the rage of the Gods or the formidable weapons of the enemy battle mages, he was unsure, but would discover all too soon.

    Though he figured a war such as this would spite any god that witnessed it, any god that look on and enjoyed the good and pure would be enraged by this and perhaps even a few of the more sinister ones. the flashes of lighting were closing in on his person and he barely dodged it

    He could detect the distinct scent of burning hair and without a moment of thought, he bolted ahead, narrowly missing confrontations and corpses.

    Tripping over the corpse of a fallen soldier, he suddenly finds himself face down in a pool of blood and mud, sure that he will be struck dead at any moment.

    But he held faith that his god would protect him, he was honour bound to destroy this plague once in for all, it was all a lie.

    There, amongst the muck and bodily fluids, glimmered the gem-encrested silver hilt of a dagger with an ominous glow.

    He reached out towards it, and as he pulled it from the mud, a pain unlike any he'd ever imagined ran through his arm.

    He was beseiged by unclean thoughts of bloodlust and terror, but try as he may he was unable to release the blade.

    He screamed in pain as tendrils of molten metal burrowed into his flesh.
  • Duskreign
    Duskreign
    Posts: 1,085 edited August 2010
    The night was dark and shadowed with mist

    The blood moon hung low and red on the horizon.

    Stiff winds shifted chaotically against sweat-damp skin.

    The ground sank with each step and blood seeped through his thin boots.

    He would have grunted in pain if he could feel half the wounds that littered his body, but the adrenaline was high and the battle was only beginning

    He was deaf to the screams of agony and the sounds of metal clashing as he spotted his target and raised his sword.

    With arc of his blade and spatter of blood his opponent fell to the ground, pleading mercy, claiming inexistent children and wives.

    His body fell to ground with a dull thud and he continued on, keeping his true target in his lone of vision as he removed more obstacles.

    Explosions of lightning lit up countless heaps of bodies, whether this lightning was the rage of the Gods or the formidable weapons of the enemy battle mages, he was unsure, but would discover all too soon.

    Though he figured a war such as this would spite any god that witnessed it, any god that look on and enjoyed the good and pure would be enraged by this and perhaps even a few of the more sinister ones. the flashes of lighting were closing in on his person and he barely dodged it

    He could detect the distinct scent of burning hair and without a moment of thought, he bolted ahead, narrowly missing confrontations and corpses.

    Tripping over the corpse of a fallen soldier, he suddenly finds himself face down in a pool of blood and mud, sure that he will be struck dead at any moment.

    But he held faith that his god would protect him, he was honour bound to destroy this plague once in for all, it was all a lie.

    There, amongst the muck and bodily fluids, glimmered the gem-encrested silver hilt of a dagger with an ominous glow.

    He reached out towards it, and as he pulled it from the mud, a pain unlike any he'd ever imagined ran through his arm.

    He was beseiged by unclean thoughts of bloodlust and terror, but try as he may he was unable to release the blade.

    He screamed in pain as tendrils of molten metal burrowed into his flesh.

    Torrents of madness gripped his mind; a tempest of silent dread rapt remorselessly 'neath fluttering eyelids, grasped at his hopes, sliced into them with ravenous, cruel, and unrelenting glee.
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  • Embirsiphone
    Embirsiphone
    Posts: 385 edited August 2010
    CommentAuthorgaaran CommentTime24 seconds ago
    The night was dark and shadowed with mist

    The blood moon hung low and red on the horizon.

    Stiff winds shifted chaotically against sweat-damp skin.

    The ground sank with each step and blood seeped through his thin boots.

    He would have grunted in pain if he could feel half the wounds that littered his body, but the adrenaline was high and the battle was only beginning

    He was deaf to the screams of agony and the sounds of metal clashing as he spotted his target and raised his sword.

    With arc of his blade and spatter of blood his opponent fell to the ground, pleading mercy, claiming inexistent children and wives.

    His body fell to ground with a dull thud and he continued on, keeping his true target in his lone of vision as he removed more obstacles.

    Explosions of lightning lit up countless heaps of bodies, whether this lightning was the rage of the Gods or the formidable weapons of the enemy battle mages, he was unsure, but would discover all too soon.

    Though he figured a war such as this would spite any god that witnessed it, any god that look on and enjoyed the good and pure would be enraged by this and perhaps even a few of the more sinister ones. the flashes of lighting were closing in on his person and he barely dodged it

    He could detect the distinct scent of burning hair and without a moment of thought, he bolted ahead, narrowly missing confrontations and corpses.

    Tripping over the corpse of a fallen soldier, he suddenly finds himself face down in a pool of blood and mud, sure that he will be struck dead at any moment.

    But he held faith that his god would protect him, he was honour bound to destroy this plague once in for all, it was all a lie.

    There, amongst the muck and bodily fluids, glimmered the gem-encrested silver hilt of a dagger with an ominous glow.

    He reached out towards it, and as he pulled it from the mud, a pain unlike any he
    Post edited by Embirsiphone on
  • gaaran
    gaaran
    Posts: 740
    The night was dark and shadowed with mist

    The blood moon hung low and red on the horizon.

    Stiff winds shifted chaotically against sweat-damp skin.

    The ground sank with each step and blood seeped through his thin boots.

    He would have grunted in pain if he could feel half the wounds that littered his body, but the adrenaline was high and the battle was only beginning

    He was deaf to the screams of agony and the sounds of metal clashing as he spotted his target and raised his sword.

    With arc of his blade and spatter of blood his opponent fell to the ground, pleading mercy, claiming inexistent children and wives.

    His body fell to ground with a dull thud and he continued on, keeping his true target in his lone of vision as he removed more obstacles.

    Explosions of lightning lit up countless heaps of bodies, whether this lightning was the rage of the Gods or the formidable weapons of the enemy battle mages, he was unsure, but would discover all too soon.

    Though he figured a war such as this would spite any god that witnessed it, any god that look on and enjoyed the good and pure would be enraged by this and perhaps even a few of the more sinister ones. the flashes of lighting were closing in on his person and he barely dodged it

    He could detect the distinct scent of burning hair and without a moment of thought, he bolted ahead, narrowly missing confrontations and corpses.

    Tripping over the corpse of a fallen soldier, he suddenly finds himself face down in a pool of blood and mud, sure that he will be struck dead at any moment.

    But he held faith that his god would protect him, he was honour bound to destroy this plague once in for all, it was all a lie.

    There, amongst the muck and bodily fluids, glimmered the gem-encrested silver hilt of a dagger with an ominous glow.

    He reached out towards it, and as he pulled it from the mud, a pain unlike any he
  • Silence_Eve
    Silence_Eve
    Posts: 106
    The night was dark and shadowed with mist

    The blood moon hung low and red on the horizon.

    Stiff winds shifted chaotically against sweat-damp skin.

    The ground sank with each step and blood seeped through his thin boots.

    He would have grunted in pain if he could feel half the wounds that littered his body, but the adrenaline was high and the battle was only beginning

    He was deaf to the screams of agony and the sounds of metal clashing as he spotted his target and raised his sword.

    With arc of his blade and spatter of blood his opponent fell to the ground, pleading mercy, claiming inexistent children and wives.

    His body fell to ground with a dull thud and he continued on, keeping his true target in his lone of vision as he removed more obstacles.

    Explosions of lightning lit up countless heaps of bodies, whether this lightning was the rage of the Gods or the formidable weapons of the enemy battle mages, he was unsure, but would discover all too soon.

    Though he figured a war such as this would spite any god that witnessed it, any god that look on and enjoyed the good and pure would be enraged by this and perhaps even a few of the more sinister ones. the flashes of lighting were closing in on his person and he barely dodged it

    He could detect the distinct scent of burning hair and without a moment of thought, he bolted ahead, narrowly missing confrontations and corpses.

    Tripping over the corpse of a fallen soldier, he suddenly finds himself face down in a pool of blood and mud, sure that he will be struck dead at any moment.

    But he held faith that his god would protect him, he was honour bound to destroy this plague once in for all, it was all a lie.

    There, amongst the muck and bodily fluids, glimmered the gem-encrested silver hilt of a dagger with an ominous glow.

    He reached out towards it, and as he pulled it from the mud, a pain unlike any he
  • Embirsiphone
    Embirsiphone
    Posts: 385
    The night was dark and shadowed with mist

    The blood moon hung low and red on the horizon.

    Stiff winds shifted chaotically against sweat-damp skin.

    The ground sank with each step and blood seeped through his thin boots.

    He would have grunted in pain if he could feel half the wounds that littered his body, but the adrenaline was high and the battle was only beginning

    He was deaf to the screams of agony and the sounds of metal clashing as he spotted his target and raised his sword.

    With arc of his blade and spatter of blood his opponent fell to the ground, pleading mercy, claiming inexistent children and wives.

    His body fell to ground with a dull thud and he continued on, keeping his true target in his lone of vision as he removed more obstacles.

    Explosions of lightning lit up countless heaps of bodies, whether this lightning was the rage of the Gods or the formidable weapons of the enemy battle mages, he was unsure, but would discover all too soon.

    Though he figured a war such as this would spite any god that witnessed it, any god that look on and enjoyed the good and pure would be enraged by this and perhaps even a few of the more sinister ones. the flashes of lighting were closing in on his person and he barely dodged it

    He could detect the distinct scent of burning hair and without a moment of thought, he bolted ahead, narrowly missing confrontations and corpses.

    Tripping over the corpse of a fallen soldier, he suddenly finds himself face down in a pool of blood and mud, sure that he will be struck dead at any moment.

    But he held faith that his god would protect him, he was honour bound to destroy this plague once in for all, it was all a lie.

    There, amongst the muck and bodily fluids, glimmered the gem-encrested silver hilt of a dagger with an ominous glow.

    He reached out towards it, and as he pulled it from the mud, a pain unlike any he
  • gaaran
    gaaran
    Posts: 740
    The night was dark and shadowed with mist

    The blood moon hung low and red on the horizon.

    Stiff winds shifted chaotically against sweat-damp skin.

    The ground sank with each step and blood seeped through his thin boots.

    He would have grunted in pain if he could feel half the wounds that littered his body, but the adrenaline was high and the battle was only beginning

    He was deaf to the screams of agony and the sounds of metal clashing as he spotted his target and raised his sword.

    With arc of his blade and spatter of blood his opponent fell to the ground, pleading mercy, claiming inexistent children and wives.

    His body fell to ground with a dull thud and he continued on, keeping his true target in his lone of vision as he removed more obstacles.

    Explosions of lightning lit up countless heaps of bodies, whether this lightning was the rage of the Gods or the formidable weapons of the enemy battle mages, he was unsure, but would discover all too soon.

    Though he figured a war such as this would spite any god that witnessed it, any god that look on and enjoyed the good and pure would be enraged by this and perhaps even a few of the more sinister ones. the flashes of lighting were closing in on his person and he barely dodged it

    He could detect the distinct scent of burning hair and without a moment of thought, he bolted ahead, narrowly missing confrontations and corpses.

    Tripping over the corpse of a fallen soldier, he suddenly finds himself face down in a pool of blood and mud, sure that he will be struck dead at any moment.

    But he held faith that his god would protect him, he was honour bound to destroy this plague once in for all, it was all a lie.

    There, amongst the muck and bodily fluids, glimmered the gem-encrested silver hilt of a dagger with an ominous glow.

    He reached out towards it, and as he pulled it from the mud, a pain unlike any he
  • Poutine_Paladin
    Poutine_Paladin
    Posts: 285
    He runs his hand along the blade of his old friend, Aaria, the throwing axe that has been with him for years. He lies awake knowing the dreams, that have been coming for so long now, are harbingers of things to come. "Too soon," he thinks to himself, as he rolls over and tries to find sleep once again, "The world isn't ready yet."
  • Silence_Eve
    Silence_Eve
    Posts: 106
    The night was dark and shadowed with mist

    The blood moon hung low and red on the horizon.

    Stiff winds shifted chaotically against sweat-damp skin.

    The ground sank with each step and blood seeped through his thin boots.

    He would have grunted in pain if he could feel half the wounds that littered his body, but the adrenaline was high and the battle was only beginning

    He was deaf to the screams of agony and the sounds of metal clashing as he spotted his target and raised his sword.

    With arc of his blade and spatter of blood his opponent fell to the ground, pleading mercy, claiming inexistent children and wives.

    His body fell to ground with a dull thud and he continued on, keeping his true target in his lone of vision as he removed more obstacles.

    Explosions of lightning lit up countless heaps of bodies, whether this lightning was the rage of the Gods or the formidable weapons of the enemy battle mages, he was unsure, but would discover all too soon.

    Though he figured a war such as this would spite any god that witnessed it, any god that look on and enjoyed the good and pure would be enraged by this and perhaps even a few of the more sinister ones. the flashes of lighting were closing in on his person and he barely dodged it

    He could detect the distinct scent of burning hair and without a moment of thought, he bolted ahead, narrowly missing confrontations and corpses.

    Tripping over the corpse of a fallen soldier, he suddenly finds himself face down in a pool of blood and mud, sure that he will be struck dead at any moment.

    But he held faith that his god would protect him, he was honour bound to destroy this plague once in for all, it was all a lie.

    There, amongst the muck and bodily fluids, glimmered the gem-encrested silver hilt of a dagger with an ominous glow.

    He reached out towards it, and as he pulled it from the mud, a pain unlike any he
  • Poutine_Paladin
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    "You were dreaming again...was it the strange blade again? And the battlefield?" she asks softly, though she can see by his flinch at the word "battlefield" that it is true.
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