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Game Story exert #1 Dark be the EndWe stood at the gates of Kingdom of Darkness, where I watched as a phantom was chased by the demons that had taken control. Me and my team had intervened to save the Ghost.
He was once one of the warriors whose souls were corrupted by the empress upon their demise, now forced to wander the forsaken lands he uses the corrupted doom blades to help travelers to escape this foul location.
We were cut off by Zazim, guardian of the palace, which loomed upon the shadowed hills. Rune was calm-minded as he ever was,but Roland who had no past in this realm was flushed, all color had faded and his skin was as pale as his armor or the Glow of Phantom, as we call him.sweat dripped from his helmet and the ancestral relic he held flickered with little power as his courage was dwindling. Only Jakeer could help shake him out of his haze.
the words he said, "No monster is too great, Courage, Leadership, Unity, these are the qualities of a warrior, you taught me this Roland, don't go back on you
The GateTwo men walk to their crossroad,
to a time of darkness,
and to a place of light,
a Prince and his Guard take the forbidden path.
Two men stand at the gates of evil,
they cross the path of one man's devil,
standing in light of power
a Prince and his Guard are ready to fight.
Two men enter a palace of Flesh and bone,
the dead king raises his blade,
and then he falls,
The Guard has struck the final blow,
and the Prince is dead on the ground
The Poet, Redux Chapter. 0 My name is Blake, I am not the same as the one writing this story, I live in another world, another reality, the only connection we share is a past and a name. I became involved in the supernatural through death, like most do, I was invited into the spirit realms, specters like my self usually are not allowed into this plane.
"Blake Bender?" someone asked, obviously male, I nodded, unaware of my death, " hey told me you were coming, get up," he lifted me by my shoulders, examined me closely. he was around, as I would say, seven feet, he was bent over slightly, as at my death I was a measly five-eleven, still only a junior in high school, he wore black with the occasional white, and his hair had a white streak going through the bangs although didn't look a day over over 25.
"come with me," gesturing forward, the gates were massive, as if they were designed to hold an army of beasts. I was following him through these gates unknowingly, I was still in awe when I did,
Ballad of Windsaver the FirstThere was once an explorer,
Who went by Windsaver the First,
He travelled the stars searching for glory,
He went from world to world and found he was for.
He was the master of the spear
And no one could ignore,
He killed evil penguins,
And vanquished bandits at their home.
He was outcasted from his home,
and went to explore some more,
He died a hero's death,
Defending against the monsters of his home.
He left his only son,
The memories were still there,
Soon he grew and became Sir Windsaver the second.
Dead Man's SwitchIn control, then not -
Sudden loss of grip.
Headlong to where?
Details lost, smudged, streaked.
Careening; no system of
No dead man's switch,
On a fast track -
With or without a god?
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