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[WP] A single mother one day develops superpowers and starts encountering heinous villains. She starts getting paid for her efforts and the public views her as a hero, but she's been tired of it since day one and just does it to support her kid. | Natasha Steel was a simple woman. She had long brown hair, green eyes, a bit chubby and was a single mother. She had spent the past 16 years raising her son, Conner, from a little baby to the teenager who she still treats like a baby to this day.
Waking up one day, she was preparing to start a Sunday filled with chor... | Pt 1 of 2:
My shift at the diner had gone late into the night, leaving me exhausted when I woke up the next morning to get my kid off to school. Amanuel had just started first grade and he was a smart kid, which was a good thing because I don’t know if I would’ve had it in me to help him with schoolwork after getting ... | |
[WP] You, an all-powerful villain, managed to defeat the child of prophecy. The problem is he's literally a child. You now turn your eyes towards the gods who sent the poor soul against you. | “Did you think killing a kid would be a problem for me? I’m all about equal opportunity. I engage in vanity, gluttony, violence, yaddah yaddah yaddah... Not ageism!” I said all these things with the tip of my saber to this white-winged goody red shoes, wondering if I meant any of it. The prospect of the likely fact tha... | I suppose when I started out I thought godhood was a black and white thing, you either wanted to kill everything or wanted to save it. I learned the hard way I could not have been more wrong, I watched as my world began to die every trace of magic slowly leaking out and as it left my world it began to crumple as the fo... | |
[WP] You, an all-powerful villain, managed to defeat the child of prophecy. The problem is he's literally a child. You now turn your eyes towards the gods who sent the poor soul against you. | The Demon King Abbadon, Lord of the Dread Legions of Hell and the Scourge of Heaven, stared down at the champion of the gods, more than a bit surprised. This was no hero clad in plate, no mighty warrior wielding a holy sword, not even someone with a magic gun. It was a literal infant child in a basket.
*"...um. Is thi... | "What the fuck"
"Sorceress, we've been ex-"
"*What. The. Fuck.*"
"Your monstrous end had to come at so-"
"Don't.. You dare. Speak to me with that tone. You have no moral high ground here. A child, you sent to kill me, a child." She said gesturing to the boy sobbing in the arms of one of her assistants, Throg, scrag... | |
[WP] You, an all-powerful villain, managed to defeat the child of prophecy. The problem is he's literally a child. You now turn your eyes towards the gods who sent the poor soul against you. | “Put down your weapon boy.”
Before my throne was a human boy. Armor two sizes too big to him and a sword he can’t even get a grip on. He was shaking so much, both his armor and his teeth were clattering. Tears seems endless as it poor out of the child’s eyes. And this boy was to be the “child of prophecy” that will sl... | "What the fuck"
"Sorceress, we've been ex-"
"*What. The. Fuck.*"
"Your monstrous end had to come at so-"
"Don't.. You dare. Speak to me with that tone. You have no moral high ground here. A child, you sent to kill me, a child." She said gesturing to the boy sobbing in the arms of one of her assistants, Throg, scrag... | |
[WP] You, an all-powerful villain, managed to defeat the child of prophecy. The problem is he's literally a child. You now turn your eyes towards the gods who sent the poor soul against you. | “Is this really what you wanted?”
My voice screeched skyward, scraping at the abyss of black looming above. Around me, the darkness shuddered, shaking my bones with a cold they had not known for many years. Their laughter resonated across realms, quaking the very foundations of the universe. These gods of old must hav... | "What the fuck"
"Sorceress, we've been ex-"
"*What. The. Fuck.*"
"Your monstrous end had to come at so-"
"Don't.. You dare. Speak to me with that tone. You have no moral high ground here. A child, you sent to kill me, a child." She said gesturing to the boy sobbing in the arms of one of her assistants, Throg, scrag... | |
[WP] You, an all-powerful villain, managed to defeat the child of prophecy. The problem is he's literally a child. You now turn your eyes towards the gods who sent the poor soul against you. | “Is this really what you wanted?”
My voice screeched skyward, scraping at the abyss of black looming above. Around me, the darkness shuddered, shaking my bones with a cold they had not known for many years. Their laughter resonated across realms, quaking the very foundations of the universe. These gods of old must hav... | The chosen one spun in a tightly proscribed dance of death, his knives a blur in the throne room’s crimson light. He was the product of a lifetime of training, the culmination of his people hopes and dreams, all of which were painted across his bare skin in tight, intricate tattoos. The black ink moved on its own, powe... | |
[WP] You wake up to see someone has scribbled all over the walls of your room with a marker. You find a digital recording device on the nightstand. Pressing play, you hear your own voice say, "It's been 712 days. You must escape. Follow your notes. Don't forget again." | “Good morning Jack. Hope you had a nice dream.”
The voice of the alarm clock wakes me up just like always, it’s intensely optimistic voice fills me with a feeling of bitterness. Nevertheless, it does it work since I managed to get up and walk across the other side of the room to stop that upsetting clicking sound, si... | *15 April*
I gasp, body coming to full awareness in that moment. The next second, a splitting headache arrives. *Same shit different day*, I tell myself. *Even the room is a mess. Again. Ever since I moved to Bawston, things have gotten worse. Just my luck.*
I look around, wincing from the pain. There are words writt... | |
[WP] You wake up to see someone has scribbled all over the walls of your room with a marker. You find a digital recording device on the nightstand. Pressing play, you hear your own voice say, "It's been 712 days. You must escape. Follow your notes. Don't forget again." | (3rd story in this subreddit, here we go!)
I get up from my bed and looked around. " I did it again, didn't I? I did some random crap while I was asleep. This is impressive though-" I caught myself talking to myself, again, but something didn't feel right. I took a second glance around the room and saw a voice recorde... | *15 April*
I gasp, body coming to full awareness in that moment. The next second, a splitting headache arrives. *Same shit different day*, I tell myself. *Even the room is a mess. Again. Ever since I moved to Bawston, things have gotten worse. Just my luck.*
I look around, wincing from the pain. There are words writt... | |
[WP] You wake up to see someone has scribbled all over the walls of your room with a marker. You find a digital recording device on the nightstand. Pressing play, you hear your own voice say, "It's been 712 days. You must escape. Follow your notes. Don't forget again." | (3rd story in this subreddit, here we go!)
I get up from my bed and looked around. " I did it again, didn't I? I did some random crap while I was asleep. This is impressive though-" I caught myself talking to myself, again, but something didn't feel right. I took a second glance around the room and saw a voice recorde... | “Good morning Jack. Hope you had a nice dream.”
The voice of the alarm clock wakes me up just like always, it’s intensely optimistic voice fills me with a feeling of bitterness. Nevertheless, it does it work since I managed to get up and walk across the other side of the room to stop that upsetting clicking sound, si... | |
[WP] You wake up to see someone has scribbled all over the walls of your room with a marker. You find a digital recording device on the nightstand. Pressing play, you hear your own voice say, "It's been 712 days. You must escape. Follow your notes. Don't forget again." | Tweaked the prompt a bit cause I had an idea. Hope you enjoy!
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I’d always hated clichés in movies.
*“It’s quiet… Too quiet…”*
And yet that’s the first thing that came to mind when I woke up. There were always two days in my neighborhood that made my morning walk with Mikey incredibly peaceful: Christmas mor... | Kate woke to the shrieking of an alarm. It was an unfamiliar sound, a sort of rapid clanging, and as she blinked the sleep out of her blurry eyes she stared at the device in shock.
“What the hell?” she grumbled. Her phone was supposed to be there she thought, had Connor moved it? In its place on the nightstand was an ... | |
[WP] You wake up to see someone has scribbled all over the walls of your room with a marker. You find a digital recording device on the nightstand. Pressing play, you hear your own voice say, "It's been 712 days. You must escape. Follow your notes. Don't forget again." | My body shakes as I try to get up.
''What happened to my room?'' I say it out loud.
There is no one around except me. The blinking light of the VCR draws my attention and I press play, it takes a few seconds to start. It’s me…
''You are confused, I know. But you need to listen because our time is limited. First, you... | Kate woke to the shrieking of an alarm. It was an unfamiliar sound, a sort of rapid clanging, and as she blinked the sleep out of her blurry eyes she stared at the device in shock.
“What the hell?” she grumbled. Her phone was supposed to be there she thought, had Connor moved it? In its place on the nightstand was an ... | |
[WP] You wake up to see someone has scribbled all over the walls of your room with a marker. You find a digital recording device on the nightstand. Pressing play, you hear your own voice say, "It's been 712 days. You must escape. Follow your notes. Don't forget again." | Day 7
I didn't think too much of the woman who'd entered our house that evening, for dinner. I didn't recognize her but my parents talked to her like a long-lost friend. I didn't ask. I should have.
I haven't left my room in a week, not since the screaming woke me up that first night. Every time I think it's going to... | Kate woke to the shrieking of an alarm. It was an unfamiliar sound, a sort of rapid clanging, and as she blinked the sleep out of her blurry eyes she stared at the device in shock.
“What the hell?” she grumbled. Her phone was supposed to be there she thought, had Connor moved it? In its place on the nightstand was an ... | |
[WP] You wake up to see someone has scribbled all over the walls of your room with a marker. You find a digital recording device on the nightstand. Pressing play, you hear your own voice say, "It's been 712 days. You must escape. Follow your notes. Don't forget again." | Day 7
I didn't think too much of the woman who'd entered our house that evening, for dinner. I didn't recognize her but my parents talked to her like a long-lost friend. I didn't ask. I should have.
I haven't left my room in a week, not since the screaming woke me up that first night. Every time I think it's going to... | My body shakes as I try to get up.
''What happened to my room?'' I say it out loud.
There is no one around except me. The blinking light of the VCR draws my attention and I press play, it takes a few seconds to start. It’s me…
''You are confused, I know. But you need to listen because our time is limited. First, you... | |
[WP] As an exorcist, many assume you rid others of Demonic Possession, however, that isn't the most common type... | Has this ever happened to you?
You're walking down the street. It's six am and your phone is dead. A street light goes out above you. Nothing out of the ordinary, you tell yourself, just a bit of shoddy maintenance. It happens again with the next light. Strange, you think, the city really needs to do a better job taki... | I had the written testimony in the seat next to me as my car glided through the rainy night. Being a person who performed exorcisms was not a way to gain glory in the Church, but that wasn't why I did it.
I had to drive slow: this was deep in the forests of Georgia - no cars, just rain and dark. I specifically asked t... | |
[WP] Aliens don't understand the concept of statues, and have come to the conclusion that we have imprisoned giants. | "No. No those are rocks that have been shaped by humans to resemble various beings. They're also art, which we just talked about. Remember the happy clouds?"
"Also. Art. Happy clouds yes."
"Right. So we are not a race of giant slaying and imprisoning super beings who can battle your - what did you call them? - the Ka... | “How do you do it?”
I blinked. *Huh?*
The woman stepped towards me, a wistful expression on her face. A dark trench coat hung loose over her shoulders, flapping in the wind. Her hair was pulled back in a bun, revealing pale skin that was too tight, and blue eyes that were too distant. They seemed to focus not on me, ... | |
[WP] Aliens don't understand the concept of statues, and have come to the conclusion that we have imprisoned giants. | “I see you immortalize the most iconic representations of your species potential in many elements, what is the reason?”
I paused for a moment and thought about what to say. This had been a very strange day.
When I had woken up I hadn’t imagined I would be leading an Alien Emissary (AE) on a tour of ancient human art... | I didn’t realize it until it was too late.
It all started with the disappearance of the Statue of Liberty in New York. Nearby witness explained that all of sudden, the monument just disappeared into thin air. The next few days, the same phenomenon occurred again and again. In all parts of the world, the world’s most f... | |
[WP] Aliens don't understand the concept of statues, and have come to the conclusion that we have imprisoned giants. | "No. No those are rocks that have been shaped by humans to resemble various beings. They're also art, which we just talked about. Remember the happy clouds?"
"Also. Art. Happy clouds yes."
"Right. So we are not a race of giant slaying and imprisoning super beings who can battle your - what did you call them? - the Ka... | I didn’t realize it until it was too late.
It all started with the disappearance of the Statue of Liberty in New York. Nearby witness explained that all of sudden, the monument just disappeared into thin air. The next few days, the same phenomenon occurred again and again. In all parts of the world, the world’s most f... | |
[WP] Aliens don't understand the concept of statues, and have come to the conclusion that we have imprisoned giants. | When they first came, panic took a deep hold on the hearts of every person on Earth.
Earth, a planet that was having to deal with not just being invaded, but coming to terms with not being the only intelligent species in the galaxy at the same time.
It was something of a rough patch, to put it lightly.
Personally, a... | I didn’t realize it until it was too late.
It all started with the disappearance of the Statue of Liberty in New York. Nearby witness explained that all of sudden, the monument just disappeared into thin air. The next few days, the same phenomenon occurred again and again. In all parts of the world, the world’s most f... | |
[WP] Aliens don't understand the concept of statues, and have come to the conclusion that we have imprisoned giants. | The Snuffleoids are a peaceful race. Their planet has no concept of war, violence, or natural predatory instincts. On Planet Snuffle, there is no food-chain. All animals coexist peacefully deriving nutrients from the air, soil and sunshine exclusively. Our xenologists have studied them for years and are unable to i... | I didn’t realize it until it was too late.
It all started with the disappearance of the Statue of Liberty in New York. Nearby witness explained that all of sudden, the monument just disappeared into thin air. The next few days, the same phenomenon occurred again and again. In all parts of the world, the world’s most f... | |
[WP] Aliens don't understand the concept of statues, and have come to the conclusion that we have imprisoned giants. | "No. No those are rocks that have been shaped by humans to resemble various beings. They're also art, which we just talked about. Remember the happy clouds?"
"Also. Art. Happy clouds yes."
"Right. So we are not a race of giant slaying and imprisoning super beings who can battle your - what did you call them? - the Ka... | “I see you immortalize the most iconic representations of your species potential in many elements, what is the reason?”
I paused for a moment and thought about what to say. This had been a very strange day.
When I had woken up I hadn’t imagined I would be leading an Alien Emissary (AE) on a tour of ancient human art... | |
[WP] Aliens don't understand the concept of statues, and have come to the conclusion that we have imprisoned giants. | When they first came, panic took a deep hold on the hearts of every person on Earth.
Earth, a planet that was having to deal with not just being invaded, but coming to terms with not being the only intelligent species in the galaxy at the same time.
It was something of a rough patch, to put it lightly.
Personally, a... | \-- brazen giant of Greek --
\-- conquering limbs --
Here -- shall stand
A mighty woman --
Is the imprisoned -- and her name
Mother of Exiles. -- her mild eyes --
\-- twin --
"Keep, ancient -- pomp!" cries she
\-- "Give me --
\-- masses yearning -- free
The wretched refuse --
\-- golden door!"
Unael looked ... | |
[WP] Aliens don't understand the concept of statues, and have come to the conclusion that we have imprisoned giants. | The Snuffleoids are a peaceful race. Their planet has no concept of war, violence, or natural predatory instincts. On Planet Snuffle, there is no food-chain. All animals coexist peacefully deriving nutrients from the air, soil and sunshine exclusively. Our xenologists have studied them for years and are unable to i... | \-- brazen giant of Greek --
\-- conquering limbs --
Here -- shall stand
A mighty woman --
Is the imprisoned -- and her name
Mother of Exiles. -- her mild eyes --
\-- twin --
"Keep, ancient -- pomp!" cries she
\-- "Give me --
\-- masses yearning -- free
The wretched refuse --
\-- golden door!"
Unael looked ... | |
[WP] Aliens don't understand the concept of statues, and have come to the conclusion that we have imprisoned giants. | When they first came, panic took a deep hold on the hearts of every person on Earth.
Earth, a planet that was having to deal with not just being invaded, but coming to terms with not being the only intelligent species in the galaxy at the same time.
It was something of a rough patch, to put it lightly.
Personally, a... | They feared the statues. Immobile monuments of metal and stone, ones we've walked by without so much as a fleeting thought, and yet they inevitably shirked and shrunk.
It was curious behaviour, but perhaps not unexpected. We had come from very different worlds, after all. Where we erected memorials of our likeness hig... | |
[WP] Aliens don't understand the concept of statues, and have come to the conclusion that we have imprisoned giants. | The Snuffleoids are a peaceful race. Their planet has no concept of war, violence, or natural predatory instincts. On Planet Snuffle, there is no food-chain. All animals coexist peacefully deriving nutrients from the air, soil and sunshine exclusively. Our xenologists have studied them for years and are unable to i... | They feared the statues. Immobile monuments of metal and stone, ones we've walked by without so much as a fleeting thought, and yet they inevitably shirked and shrunk.
It was curious behaviour, but perhaps not unexpected. We had come from very different worlds, after all. Where we erected memorials of our likeness hig... | |
[WP] Aliens don't understand the concept of statues, and have come to the conclusion that we have imprisoned giants. | The Snuffleoids are a peaceful race. Their planet has no concept of war, violence, or natural predatory instincts. On Planet Snuffle, there is no food-chain. All animals coexist peacefully deriving nutrients from the air, soil and sunshine exclusively. Our xenologists have studied them for years and are unable to i... | When they first came, panic took a deep hold on the hearts of every person on Earth.
Earth, a planet that was having to deal with not just being invaded, but coming to terms with not being the only intelligent species in the galaxy at the same time.
It was something of a rough patch, to put it lightly.
Personally, a... | |
[WP] As a former Chosen One you saw the signs when your daughter/son got themselves into a similar situation. You sent them off on a sleepover with their new friends. It's time to have a 'talk' with their new 'stuffed animal'. | "Elena, Mrs. Hill is here." Anna called, slurring the words slightly. She shifted on the couch, just barely catching the bottle of vodka before it hit the floor.
"Okay. Thanks mom." Elena replied. "I packed everything, we'll be fine." Anna watched her daughter cross the room in an almost run, catching the mischief i... | (On mobile sorry for formatting)
Harik Auber, Bane of the Giants and their Three-headed King, slumps down infront of the small plush rabbit. He shouts, "SPEAK", to the measly doll and silence fills the cottage. Harik sighs and begins to recant a saying in a forgotten language he would never have thought to use again.... | |
[WP] As a former Chosen One you saw the signs when your daughter/son got themselves into a similar situation. You sent them off on a sleepover with their new friends. It's time to have a 'talk' with their new 'stuffed animal'. | "No. That's impossible," She mumbled to herself.
It was only the women in her family who were granted this power. The power to save other realms. Other worlds. Other *universes*. But here it sat. The Blade of Eternity, floating ominously in the closet of her only son.
She had been careful. Exceedingly so, even givi... | (On mobile sorry for formatting)
Harik Auber, Bane of the Giants and their Three-headed King, slumps down infront of the small plush rabbit. He shouts, "SPEAK", to the measly doll and silence fills the cottage. Harik sighs and begins to recant a saying in a forgotten language he would never have thought to use again.... | |
[WP] As a former Chosen One you saw the signs when your daughter/son got themselves into a similar situation. You sent them off on a sleepover with their new friends. It's time to have a 'talk' with their new 'stuffed animal'. | With my daughter safely away at camp I crept up to her room and burst through the door. “Ah hA!!” I shouted, hoping to catch it in the act. No such luck. Three teddy bears sat primly on the bed, staring validly into space.
“I know what you are.”
No reaction.
“Fine. I’ll just throw out all the donuts you’ve been snea... | (On mobile sorry for formatting)
Harik Auber, Bane of the Giants and their Three-headed King, slumps down infront of the small plush rabbit. He shouts, "SPEAK", to the measly doll and silence fills the cottage. Harik sighs and begins to recant a saying in a forgotten language he would never have thought to use again.... | |
[WP] As a former Chosen One you saw the signs when your daughter/son got themselves into a similar situation. You sent them off on a sleepover with their new friends. It's time to have a 'talk' with their new 'stuffed animal'. | I used to be the legend. The big, strong guy that fights off all the monsters, y'know? I was unstoppable, the Dragon-Slayer, the Storm-Bringer, the Lord of light. I had many titles, but now I'm just Jason.
With Krashkorial, the demon king, dead, I didn't have anything else to save. So I settled down, started a family... | My wife Alice stepped out the door, taking Siris to her first sleepover. I sat down on the edge of Siris' bed. "I know you're possessing Sir Bearington." No answer. "Removing souls was my specialty, you can talk from the bear or in a jar." The bear jolted to life, taking a defensive position behind the nearest pillow. ... | |
[WP] As a former Chosen One you saw the signs when your daughter/son got themselves into a similar situation. You sent them off on a sleepover with their new friends. It's time to have a 'talk' with their new 'stuffed animal'. | With my daughter safely away at camp I crept up to her room and burst through the door. “Ah hA!!” I shouted, hoping to catch it in the act. No such luck. Three teddy bears sat primly on the bed, staring validly into space.
“I know what you are.”
No reaction.
“Fine. I’ll just throw out all the donuts you’ve been snea... | My wife Alice stepped out the door, taking Siris to her first sleepover. I sat down on the edge of Siris' bed. "I know you're possessing Sir Bearington." No answer. "Removing souls was my specialty, you can talk from the bear or in a jar." The bear jolted to life, taking a defensive position behind the nearest pillow. ... | |
[WP] As a former Chosen One you saw the signs when your daughter/son got themselves into a similar situation. You sent them off on a sleepover with their new friends. It's time to have a 'talk' with their new 'stuffed animal'. | I saw the flash of light late at night. That's all it took, and I knew. I *knew* he was back.
When my daughter was old enough to walk, she'd immediately gone for stuffed animals. Now eleven, she kept a massive pile in the corner of her room, across from her bed. It had every animal imaginable in it, giraffes, hippos,... | My wife Alice stepped out the door, taking Siris to her first sleepover. I sat down on the edge of Siris' bed. "I know you're possessing Sir Bearington." No answer. "Removing souls was my specialty, you can talk from the bear or in a jar." The bear jolted to life, taking a defensive position behind the nearest pillow. ... | |
[WP] As a former Chosen One you saw the signs when your daughter/son got themselves into a similar situation. You sent them off on a sleepover with their new friends. It's time to have a 'talk' with their new 'stuffed animal'. | They day had started normal enough, wake up, get ready, drop the twins off at school, go to work. Typical day I know.
Lunch time, going over the options I decided to pop home and grab leftovers. Walking in the door, I saw it. Waiting on the table where my children would see it first thing on coming home from school... | My wife Alice stepped out the door, taking Siris to her first sleepover. I sat down on the edge of Siris' bed. "I know you're possessing Sir Bearington." No answer. "Removing souls was my specialty, you can talk from the bear or in a jar." The bear jolted to life, taking a defensive position behind the nearest pillow. ... | |
[WP] As a former Chosen One you saw the signs when your daughter/son got themselves into a similar situation. You sent them off on a sleepover with their new friends. It's time to have a 'talk' with their new 'stuffed animal'. | I saw the flash of light late at night. That's all it took, and I knew. I *knew* he was back.
When my daughter was old enough to walk, she'd immediately gone for stuffed animals. Now eleven, she kept a massive pile in the corner of her room, across from her bed. It had every animal imaginable in it, giraffes, hippos,... | I made sure that the lights covered the whole room, the only prominent shadows being the long, thin bar cast by the handmade pink wardrobe.
Set in the center of the bed was a plush of Bigsby Briar, a popular children's cartoon character. His black hair looked soft, the button eyes and smile warm despite it being an ob... | |
[WP] As a former Chosen One you saw the signs when your daughter/son got themselves into a similar situation. You sent them off on a sleepover with their new friends. It's time to have a 'talk' with their new 'stuffed animal'. | They day had started normal enough, wake up, get ready, drop the twins off at school, go to work. Typical day I know.
Lunch time, going over the options I decided to pop home and grab leftovers. Walking in the door, I saw it. Waiting on the table where my children would see it first thing on coming home from school... | I made sure that the lights covered the whole room, the only prominent shadows being the long, thin bar cast by the handmade pink wardrobe.
Set in the center of the bed was a plush of Bigsby Briar, a popular children's cartoon character. His black hair looked soft, the button eyes and smile warm despite it being an ob... | |
[WP] As a former Chosen One you saw the signs when your daughter/son got themselves into a similar situation. You sent them off on a sleepover with their new friends. It's time to have a 'talk' with their new 'stuffed animal'. | I saw the flash of light late at night. That's all it took, and I knew. I *knew* he was back.
When my daughter was old enough to walk, she'd immediately gone for stuffed animals. Now eleven, she kept a massive pile in the corner of her room, across from her bed. It had every animal imaginable in it, giraffes, hippos,... | I used to be the legend. The big, strong guy that fights off all the monsters, y'know? I was unstoppable, the Dragon-Slayer, the Storm-Bringer, the Lord of light. I had many titles, but now I'm just Jason.
With Krashkorial, the demon king, dead, I didn't have anything else to save. So I settled down, started a family... | |
[WP] As a former Chosen One you saw the signs when your daughter/son got themselves into a similar situation. You sent them off on a sleepover with their new friends. It's time to have a 'talk' with their new 'stuffed animal'. | They day had started normal enough, wake up, get ready, drop the twins off at school, go to work. Typical day I know.
Lunch time, going over the options I decided to pop home and grab leftovers. Walking in the door, I saw it. Waiting on the table where my children would see it first thing on coming home from school... | I used to be the legend. The big, strong guy that fights off all the monsters, y'know? I was unstoppable, the Dragon-Slayer, the Storm-Bringer, the Lord of light. I had many titles, but now I'm just Jason.
With Krashkorial, the demon king, dead, I didn't have anything else to save. So I settled down, started a family... | |
[WP] As a former Chosen One you saw the signs when your daughter/son got themselves into a similar situation. You sent them off on a sleepover with their new friends. It's time to have a 'talk' with their new 'stuffed animal'. | "So... Tybalt... how nice of you reappear and say nothing to your old friend..."
The Cat plush blinked and took the form or a bipdeal black cat with a crown, scepter, and cape, before becoming a woman clad in nothing but a crown, scepter and cape, a catlike tail behind her, with the legs and arms of cat, looking dappe... | "She's gone!" Marie yelled up the wooden stairwell, letting her husband know it was time. Randal began his march onto his daughter's room.
He checked his blade, making sure the shining, gleaming steel would come flashing out when needed. He peeked through the windows, seeing the bleak darkness and pondering how much ... | |
[WP] As a former Chosen One you saw the signs when your daughter/son got themselves into a similar situation. You sent them off on a sleepover with their new friends. It's time to have a 'talk' with their new 'stuffed animal'. | I swirled my drink and watched the ice cube clack against the glass. Used to be that I'd keep bitters and fancy simple syrups around the house to play at being a mixologist, but these days by the time I got around to having a drink, I was too tired to do anything but to sip whiskey on the rocks. Being a single parent w... | "She's gone!" Marie yelled up the wooden stairwell, letting her husband know it was time. Randal began his march onto his daughter's room.
He checked his blade, making sure the shining, gleaming steel would come flashing out when needed. He peeked through the windows, seeing the bleak darkness and pondering how much ... | |
[WP] As a former Chosen One you saw the signs when your daughter/son got themselves into a similar situation. You sent them off on a sleepover with their new friends. It's time to have a 'talk' with their new 'stuffed animal'. | I sat down on Cassie’s bed, crossed my legs, and removed the notebook from the pocket of my pants. “State your name and speciality for the record,” I said, scribbling on the first page to get the ink flowing. After a moment of silence, I looked up from my journal. “I know Cassie’s a chosen one. I’m her parent, and I’m ... | "She's gone!" Marie yelled up the wooden stairwell, letting her husband know it was time. Randal began his march onto his daughter's room.
He checked his blade, making sure the shining, gleaming steel would come flashing out when needed. He peeked through the windows, seeing the bleak darkness and pondering how much ... | |
[WP] As a former Chosen One you saw the signs when your daughter/son got themselves into a similar situation. You sent them off on a sleepover with their new friends. It's time to have a 'talk' with their new 'stuffed animal'. | I always knew my kid, Halo, was special. However, instead of pride, I have worry. Tell me it's normal for a 7-year-old to pick up sewing in 15 minutes by himself. Tell me it's typical for little Halo to make his own stuffed bears that look store-bought after a few mere hours of practice. Please do. I could use more den... | "She's gone!" Marie yelled up the wooden stairwell, letting her husband know it was time. Randal began his march onto his daughter's room.
He checked his blade, making sure the shining, gleaming steel would come flashing out when needed. He peeked through the windows, seeing the bleak darkness and pondering how much ... | |
[WP] As a former Chosen One you saw the signs when your daughter/son got themselves into a similar situation. You sent them off on a sleepover with their new friends. It's time to have a 'talk' with their new 'stuffed animal'. | “Have fun,” I say to Jenny as she waves to me from the car. Her friends are laughing and giggling. How fast she’s grown I think to myself as I watch the car drive away. It’s too early for them to come. But is it too early? It was about this age when I was taken.
I step into the house and close the door. I lean against... | "She's gone!" Marie yelled up the wooden stairwell, letting her husband know it was time. Randal began his march onto his daughter's room.
He checked his blade, making sure the shining, gleaming steel would come flashing out when needed. He peeked through the windows, seeing the bleak darkness and pondering how much ... | |
[WP] As a former Chosen One you saw the signs when your daughter/son got themselves into a similar situation. You sent them off on a sleepover with their new friends. It's time to have a 'talk' with their new 'stuffed animal'. | I sat down on Cassie’s bed, crossed my legs, and removed the notebook from the pocket of my pants. “State your name and speciality for the record,” I said, scribbling on the first page to get the ink flowing. After a moment of silence, I looked up from my journal. “I know Cassie’s a chosen one. I’m her parent, and I’m ... | "So... Tybalt... how nice of you reappear and say nothing to your old friend..."
The Cat plush blinked and took the form or a bipdeal black cat with a crown, scepter, and cape, before becoming a woman clad in nothing but a crown, scepter and cape, a catlike tail behind her, with the legs and arms of cat, looking dappe... | |
[WP] As a former Chosen One you saw the signs when your daughter/son got themselves into a similar situation. You sent them off on a sleepover with their new friends. It's time to have a 'talk' with their new 'stuffed animal'. | I always knew my kid, Halo, was special. However, instead of pride, I have worry. Tell me it's normal for a 7-year-old to pick up sewing in 15 minutes by himself. Tell me it's typical for little Halo to make his own stuffed bears that look store-bought after a few mere hours of practice. Please do. I could use more den... | "So... Tybalt... how nice of you reappear and say nothing to your old friend..."
The Cat plush blinked and took the form or a bipdeal black cat with a crown, scepter, and cape, before becoming a woman clad in nothing but a crown, scepter and cape, a catlike tail behind her, with the legs and arms of cat, looking dappe... | |
[WP] As a former Chosen One you saw the signs when your daughter/son got themselves into a similar situation. You sent them off on a sleepover with their new friends. It's time to have a 'talk' with their new 'stuffed animal'. | I sat down on Cassie’s bed, crossed my legs, and removed the notebook from the pocket of my pants. “State your name and speciality for the record,” I said, scribbling on the first page to get the ink flowing. After a moment of silence, I looked up from my journal. “I know Cassie’s a chosen one. I’m her parent, and I’m ... | I swirled my drink and watched the ice cube clack against the glass. Used to be that I'd keep bitters and fancy simple syrups around the house to play at being a mixologist, but these days by the time I got around to having a drink, I was too tired to do anything but to sip whiskey on the rocks. Being a single parent w... | |
[WP] As a former Chosen One you saw the signs when your daughter/son got themselves into a similar situation. You sent them off on a sleepover with their new friends. It's time to have a 'talk' with their new 'stuffed animal'. | I always knew my kid, Halo, was special. However, instead of pride, I have worry. Tell me it's normal for a 7-year-old to pick up sewing in 15 minutes by himself. Tell me it's typical for little Halo to make his own stuffed bears that look store-bought after a few mere hours of practice. Please do. I could use more den... | I swirled my drink and watched the ice cube clack against the glass. Used to be that I'd keep bitters and fancy simple syrups around the house to play at being a mixologist, but these days by the time I got around to having a drink, I was too tired to do anything but to sip whiskey on the rocks. Being a single parent w... | |
[WP] As a former Chosen One you saw the signs when your daughter/son got themselves into a similar situation. You sent them off on a sleepover with their new friends. It's time to have a 'talk' with their new 'stuffed animal'. | “Have fun,” I say to Jenny as she waves to me from the car. Her friends are laughing and giggling. How fast she’s grown I think to myself as I watch the car drive away. It’s too early for them to come. But is it too early? It was about this age when I was taken.
I step into the house and close the door. I lean against... | I swirled my drink and watched the ice cube clack against the glass. Used to be that I'd keep bitters and fancy simple syrups around the house to play at being a mixologist, but these days by the time I got around to having a drink, I was too tired to do anything but to sip whiskey on the rocks. Being a single parent w... | |
[WP] As a former Chosen One you saw the signs when your daughter/son got themselves into a similar situation. You sent them off on a sleepover with their new friends. It's time to have a 'talk' with their new 'stuffed animal'. | I sat down on Cassie’s bed, crossed my legs, and removed the notebook from the pocket of my pants. “State your name and speciality for the record,” I said, scribbling on the first page to get the ink flowing. After a moment of silence, I looked up from my journal. “I know Cassie’s a chosen one. I’m her parent, and I’m ... | Monique poured herself a glass of wine before addressing the stuffed ferret in the room. If she was being honest with herself it was the second glass, but surely the one she’d had fifteen minutes ago hadn’t counted? She’d needed the confidence boost, anyone would have. It was time though, her daughter was gone, her hus... | |
[WP] As a former Chosen One you saw the signs when your daughter/son got themselves into a similar situation. You sent them off on a sleepover with their new friends. It's time to have a 'talk' with their new 'stuffed animal'. | I always knew my kid, Halo, was special. However, instead of pride, I have worry. Tell me it's normal for a 7-year-old to pick up sewing in 15 minutes by himself. Tell me it's typical for little Halo to make his own stuffed bears that look store-bought after a few mere hours of practice. Please do. I could use more den... | Monique poured herself a glass of wine before addressing the stuffed ferret in the room. If she was being honest with herself it was the second glass, but surely the one she’d had fifteen minutes ago hadn’t counted? She’d needed the confidence boost, anyone would have. It was time though, her daughter was gone, her hus... | |
[WP] As a former Chosen One you saw the signs when your daughter/son got themselves into a similar situation. You sent them off on a sleepover with their new friends. It's time to have a 'talk' with their new 'stuffed animal'. | “Have fun,” I say to Jenny as she waves to me from the car. Her friends are laughing and giggling. How fast she’s grown I think to myself as I watch the car drive away. It’s too early for them to come. But is it too early? It was about this age when I was taken.
I step into the house and close the door. I lean against... | Monique poured herself a glass of wine before addressing the stuffed ferret in the room. If she was being honest with herself it was the second glass, but surely the one she’d had fifteen minutes ago hadn’t counted? She’d needed the confidence boost, anyone would have. It was time though, her daughter was gone, her hus... | |
[WP] Set in a dangerous city in the early 1900s, Zeus, the corrupt mayor, Poseidon, who owns the ports, and Hades, kingpin of the back alley drug trade, run the city unapologetically. All are vying for more power in this Greek pantheon film noir setting. (From popular demand from r/books!) | Aléxandros Zeus Theos was the all-American success story. He came from Greece with nothing but his two young brothers in tow. He founded a business, Olympus Shipping and Import, becoming wildly rich and successful. He ran a crusading campaign for mayor, promising “lightning and fury” against the crooks and con men who ... | “Give him a break, boys! It’s my turn.” In a dingy, poorly lit room underneath one of the most rundown buildings in Hades a crowd of thugs and bullies parted around a chair. The figure tied down in the chair, sandy colored hair streaked with dirt and blood, spat a loogie at his own feet, blood swirling with the phlem. ... | |
[WP] Set in a dangerous city in the early 1900s, Zeus, the corrupt mayor, Poseidon, who owns the ports, and Hades, kingpin of the back alley drug trade, run the city unapologetically. All are vying for more power in this Greek pantheon film noir setting. (From popular demand from r/books!) | First time replying to one of these, but the prompt was just too good to pass up.
**Los Dioses Sea Port, April 12th 1945**
Grey water lapped at the side of the ships tethered to the docks, making small plunking sounds as the tide rolled back in. A red sphere burnt through the haze of smoke and early morning fog as th... | “Give him a break, boys! It’s my turn.” In a dingy, poorly lit room underneath one of the most rundown buildings in Hades a crowd of thugs and bullies parted around a chair. The figure tied down in the chair, sandy colored hair streaked with dirt and blood, spat a loogie at his own feet, blood swirling with the phlem. ... | |
[WP] Set in a dangerous city in the early 1900s, Zeus, the corrupt mayor, Poseidon, who owns the ports, and Hades, kingpin of the back alley drug trade, run the city unapologetically. All are vying for more power in this Greek pantheon film noir setting. (From popular demand from r/books!) | Aléxandros Zeus Theos was the all-American success story. He came from Greece with nothing but his two young brothers in tow. He founded a business, Olympus Shipping and Import, becoming wildly rich and successful. He ran a crusading campaign for mayor, promising “lightning and fury” against the crooks and con men who ... | >**THE UNDERWORLD'S FLORA & FAUNA**
"You're running for *Hades* these days?" Alphonse scoffed. "Leaving the port will be the worst decision you've ever made." The salty seawater smell permeated the air, and columns of smoke rose from every chimney in the city. In truth, I still loved working the docks- even the... | |
[WP] Set in a dangerous city in the early 1900s, Zeus, the corrupt mayor, Poseidon, who owns the ports, and Hades, kingpin of the back alley drug trade, run the city unapologetically. All are vying for more power in this Greek pantheon film noir setting. (From popular demand from r/books!) | First time replying to one of these, but the prompt was just too good to pass up.
**Los Dioses Sea Port, April 12th 1945**
Grey water lapped at the side of the ships tethered to the docks, making small plunking sounds as the tide rolled back in. A red sphere burnt through the haze of smoke and early morning fog as th... | >**THE UNDERWORLD'S FLORA & FAUNA**
"You're running for *Hades* these days?" Alphonse scoffed. "Leaving the port will be the worst decision you've ever made." The salty seawater smell permeated the air, and columns of smoke rose from every chimney in the city. In truth, I still loved working the docks- even the... | |
[WP] Set in a dangerous city in the early 1900s, Zeus, the corrupt mayor, Poseidon, who owns the ports, and Hades, kingpin of the back alley drug trade, run the city unapologetically. All are vying for more power in this Greek pantheon film noir setting. (From popular demand from r/books!) | Tyche hurried through the dying light of the docks, wooden crates piled so high around her that they formed a warren on alleys all on their own. She’d have been hopelessly lost down her if she didn’t already know the way, in fact she had been that first time. The longshoreman’s hall wasn’t far though, she could already... | Hermes sighed as Mr. Hades gave him another errand. Hades sweetened the deal by complimenting the boy for his remarkable speed. After all, he had gotten his start in stealing the product from a meat packing plant on the other side of town. He was to check up on a certain associate named Sisyphus who had stolen the rece... | |
[WP] Set in a dangerous city in the early 1900s, Zeus, the corrupt mayor, Poseidon, who owns the ports, and Hades, kingpin of the back alley drug trade, run the city unapologetically. All are vying for more power in this Greek pantheon film noir setting. (From popular demand from r/books!) | Olympia, 1927.
What a city - Art Deco style buildings reach dizzying heights, and on their terraced tops, beyond the clouds, gods and demigods carouse day and night.
A city of gold and glitter, unblemished, untainted… A facade.
Zeus reveled in theatrics, but for now, he’d played his part. He found Athena in the ming... | Hermes sighed as Mr. Hades gave him another errand. Hades sweetened the deal by complimenting the boy for his remarkable speed. After all, he had gotten his start in stealing the product from a meat packing plant on the other side of town. He was to check up on a certain associate named Sisyphus who had stolen the rece... | |
[WP] Set in a dangerous city in the early 1900s, Zeus, the corrupt mayor, Poseidon, who owns the ports, and Hades, kingpin of the back alley drug trade, run the city unapologetically. All are vying for more power in this Greek pantheon film noir setting. (From popular demand from r/books!) | “You’re looking well as always, Zeus,” Hermes said as he pulled out a golden cigarette from the inside of his suit pocket and lit it, “Hate to say it, but with what I’ve heard today, I’m not sure your good times are gonna last.”
Zeus leaned his massive frame forward over his enormous mahogany desk, his chiseled face ... | Hermes sighed as Mr. Hades gave him another errand. Hades sweetened the deal by complimenting the boy for his remarkable speed. After all, he had gotten his start in stealing the product from a meat packing plant on the other side of town. He was to check up on a certain associate named Sisyphus who had stolen the rece... | |
[WP] Set in a dangerous city in the early 1900s, Zeus, the corrupt mayor, Poseidon, who owns the ports, and Hades, kingpin of the back alley drug trade, run the city unapologetically. All are vying for more power in this Greek pantheon film noir setting. (From popular demand from r/books!) | Blood pattered onto a wooden pier soaked in rain as a cold wind whipped through crates stacked high in preparation for smuggling. A private eye wiped his nose as he struggled back to his feet, the world around him going various shades of grey to match the unimpressive rolling cloud cover.
"You're in the wrong place a... | Hermes sighed as Mr. Hades gave him another errand. Hades sweetened the deal by complimenting the boy for his remarkable speed. After all, he had gotten his start in stealing the product from a meat packing plant on the other side of town. He was to check up on a certain associate named Sisyphus who had stolen the rece... | |
[WP] Set in a dangerous city in the early 1900s, Zeus, the corrupt mayor, Poseidon, who owns the ports, and Hades, kingpin of the back alley drug trade, run the city unapologetically. All are vying for more power in this Greek pantheon film noir setting. (From popular demand from r/books!) | Olympus City was warm of weather but cold of heart. Gold leaf plated virtually every surface, serving as a stark reminder of what the city really was—gilded on the outside, rusted, dull and rotten just underneath. In the City there was no survival without compromise. Compromise of safety, integrity, and standards. ... | Hermes sighed as Mr. Hades gave him another errand. Hades sweetened the deal by complimenting the boy for his remarkable speed. After all, he had gotten his start in stealing the product from a meat packing plant on the other side of town. He was to check up on a certain associate named Sisyphus who had stolen the rece... | |
[WP] Set in a dangerous city in the early 1900s, Zeus, the corrupt mayor, Poseidon, who owns the ports, and Hades, kingpin of the back alley drug trade, run the city unapologetically. All are vying for more power in this Greek pantheon film noir setting. (From popular demand from r/books!) | They were the Gods of this city. 3 brothers ruling over their individual parts.
Zeus, on the face of it, was a shining beacon of good. The eldest brother became mayor, shaping the city to his vision, which to anyone visiting was a glorious and prosperous city of gold. But those of us living here saw it for what it rea... | Hermes sighed as Mr. Hades gave him another errand. Hades sweetened the deal by complimenting the boy for his remarkable speed. After all, he had gotten his start in stealing the product from a meat packing plant on the other side of town. He was to check up on a certain associate named Sisyphus who had stolen the rece... | |
[WP] Set in a dangerous city in the early 1900s, Zeus, the corrupt mayor, Poseidon, who owns the ports, and Hades, kingpin of the back alley drug trade, run the city unapologetically. All are vying for more power in this Greek pantheon film noir setting. (From popular demand from r/books!) | “Oh god!” cried Hephaestus, looking at the pictures my associates took for him.
“That’s no god,” I said with as much sympathy as I could.
“I know who it is!” Hephaestus snapped at me, as he flipped through the pictures of his wife, Aphrodite, with her lover, Ares.
It’s my job. It’s not glamorous. But it pays the bil... | Hermes sighed as Mr. Hades gave him another errand. Hades sweetened the deal by complimenting the boy for his remarkable speed. After all, he had gotten his start in stealing the product from a meat packing plant on the other side of town. He was to check up on a certain associate named Sisyphus who had stolen the rece... | |
[WP] Set in a dangerous city in the early 1900s, Zeus, the corrupt mayor, Poseidon, who owns the ports, and Hades, kingpin of the back alley drug trade, run the city unapologetically. All are vying for more power in this Greek pantheon film noir setting. (From popular demand from r/books!) | Olympus City was warm of weather but cold of heart. Gold leaf plated virtually every surface, serving as a stark reminder of what the city really was—gilded on the outside, rusted, dull and rotten just underneath. In the City there was no survival without compromise. Compromise of safety, integrity, and standards. ... | Tyche hurried through the dying light of the docks, wooden crates piled so high around her that they formed a warren on alleys all on their own. She’d have been hopelessly lost down her if she didn’t already know the way, in fact she had been that first time. The longshoreman’s hall wasn’t far though, she could already... | |
[WP] Set in a dangerous city in the early 1900s, Zeus, the corrupt mayor, Poseidon, who owns the ports, and Hades, kingpin of the back alley drug trade, run the city unapologetically. All are vying for more power in this Greek pantheon film noir setting. (From popular demand from r/books!) | Olympus City was warm of weather but cold of heart. Gold leaf plated virtually every surface, serving as a stark reminder of what the city really was—gilded on the outside, rusted, dull and rotten just underneath. In the City there was no survival without compromise. Compromise of safety, integrity, and standards. ... | “You’re looking well as always, Zeus,” Hermes said as he pulled out a golden cigarette from the inside of his suit pocket and lit it, “Hate to say it, but with what I’ve heard today, I’m not sure your good times are gonna last.”
Zeus leaned his massive frame forward over his enormous mahogany desk, his chiseled face ... | |
[WP] Set in a dangerous city in the early 1900s, Zeus, the corrupt mayor, Poseidon, who owns the ports, and Hades, kingpin of the back alley drug trade, run the city unapologetically. All are vying for more power in this Greek pantheon film noir setting. (From popular demand from r/books!) | Olympus City was warm of weather but cold of heart. Gold leaf plated virtually every surface, serving as a stark reminder of what the city really was—gilded on the outside, rusted, dull and rotten just underneath. In the City there was no survival without compromise. Compromise of safety, integrity, and standards. ... | Blood pattered onto a wooden pier soaked in rain as a cold wind whipped through crates stacked high in preparation for smuggling. A private eye wiped his nose as he struggled back to his feet, the world around him going various shades of grey to match the unimpressive rolling cloud cover.
"You're in the wrong place a... | |
[WP] Set in a dangerous city in the early 1900s, Zeus, the corrupt mayor, Poseidon, who owns the ports, and Hades, kingpin of the back alley drug trade, run the city unapologetically. All are vying for more power in this Greek pantheon film noir setting. (From popular demand from r/books!) | They were the Gods of this city. 3 brothers ruling over their individual parts.
Zeus, on the face of it, was a shining beacon of good. The eldest brother became mayor, shaping the city to his vision, which to anyone visiting was a glorious and prosperous city of gold. But those of us living here saw it for what it rea... | Blood pattered onto a wooden pier soaked in rain as a cold wind whipped through crates stacked high in preparation for smuggling. A private eye wiped his nose as he struggled back to his feet, the world around him going various shades of grey to match the unimpressive rolling cloud cover.
"You're in the wrong place a... | |
[WP] Set in a dangerous city in the early 1900s, Zeus, the corrupt mayor, Poseidon, who owns the ports, and Hades, kingpin of the back alley drug trade, run the city unapologetically. All are vying for more power in this Greek pantheon film noir setting. (From popular demand from r/books!) | “Oh god!” cried Hephaestus, looking at the pictures my associates took for him.
“That’s no god,” I said with as much sympathy as I could.
“I know who it is!” Hephaestus snapped at me, as he flipped through the pictures of his wife, Aphrodite, with her lover, Ares.
It’s my job. It’s not glamorous. But it pays the bil... | Blood pattered onto a wooden pier soaked in rain as a cold wind whipped through crates stacked high in preparation for smuggling. A private eye wiped his nose as he struggled back to his feet, the world around him going various shades of grey to match the unimpressive rolling cloud cover.
"You're in the wrong place a... | |
[WP] Set in a dangerous city in the early 1900s, Zeus, the corrupt mayor, Poseidon, who owns the ports, and Hades, kingpin of the back alley drug trade, run the city unapologetically. All are vying for more power in this Greek pantheon film noir setting. (From popular demand from r/books!) | “Oh god!” cried Hephaestus, looking at the pictures my associates took for him.
“That’s no god,” I said with as much sympathy as I could.
“I know who it is!” Hephaestus snapped at me, as he flipped through the pictures of his wife, Aphrodite, with her lover, Ares.
It’s my job. It’s not glamorous. But it pays the bil... | They were the Gods of this city. 3 brothers ruling over their individual parts.
Zeus, on the face of it, was a shining beacon of good. The eldest brother became mayor, shaping the city to his vision, which to anyone visiting was a glorious and prosperous city of gold. But those of us living here saw it for what it rea... | |
[WP] you are out with a friend when suddenly you blink and everything around you looks ruined and everyone looks like statues. A frail old man looks at you and weeps while he says “After 84 years, I finally was able to wake someone up” | Ah come on not this fucking bullshit again I thought to myself
Seems like every other decade some fucking idiot wakes me up
"After 84 years, I finally was able to wake someone up” said an old frail man
"Hey pal, do you know how to read"?
The old man looked at me with a puzzled expression "well yes but i dont se... | He hugged me and squeezed my body tighter than when my dad would put me in "the grip" as a child; some kind of “game” created by the devouring pattern in which it would hold me in it arms to restrict my movement and joyfully watch me struggle and fail in my fight to escape.
My embodied memory of trauma was this old ma... | |
[WP] you are out with a friend when suddenly you blink and everything around you looks ruined and everyone looks like statues. A frail old man looks at you and weeps while he says “After 84 years, I finally was able to wake someone up” | For a moment, Jason thought he was dreaming. One second, he had been walking with his friend Trixie, talking and laughing while their hair blew in the wind — and the next, the entire scene changed. He was suddenly standing in the middle of a sort of wasteland, with what looked like hundreds of people surrounding them, ... | I always felt like there was something slightly wrong with me. My friends, family, lovers, I always seemed a bit off compared to them. Sometimes it felt like there was a veil between me and reality. Without cause that veil suddenly lifted. But the friend I had just been stargazing with, on top of our apartment building... | |
[WP] They tried to burn her, drown her, decapitate her, hang her... but the witch just won't die. You are guarding her cell while the clerics think of other means of execution. The witch laughs. "Have you heard of the 3 fold rule? A witches' power to return 3 times the pain inflicted upon them?" | "Three fold rule. Three fold rule. Three fold rule. Three fold rule. Three fold rule. Three fold rule." The witch sang from her cell. Her chanting echoed in the halls of the dark and damp prison.
You shift your weight on your feet and rap your knuckles against the stone wall a few times "You should be quiet."
"Oh? Yo... | "Not at all," Taylor said sincerely. "Is that why you are so powerful now?"
"Um. Yes?" the witch replied, a little bewildered. When Delores cackled her previous line, she expected it to fall on deaf walls. Or, at the most, elicit a quick "shut up" from the guard at her door, or from one of the clerics fervently discus... | |
[WP] Humans don't have FTL yet, but these deathworlders will packbond with anything, and a packbonded human will go to bat for their crew. This is why aliens take humans onto their ships and humans can escape an over-crowded earth. But how does this expectation of humanity change societies on earth? | It was strange, being on the float after half a decade of artificial gravity, and it was tedious, floating slowly toward the earth after spending much of that time in the grey-blue blur of hyperspace and the somewhat slower spatial distortion bubbles that could get you from Gliese to Tau Ceti in hours. Back to the ba... | My name is Ebony Darkness Dem—shit, wrong universe. My name is Karen Smith. I’m as generic as humans being come. Just your normal, everyday bipedal gal. Except I don’t like the aliens. I’m not like other humans, who fawn over them, who seem them as the saviors of our race. Ha! They can barely operate a vending m... | |
[removed] | [WP] In a world without race, religion, or nations, it appeared that society had finally achieved peace. That is until people began swearing their allegiance to different fictional anime girls. That's when the world fell into chaos. When the Waifu Wars began. | The world was once again corrupt. The bigger Waifu clans took hold of what used to be countries and made them into their land where only people who supported their Waifu could live. Places like Erza Scarlet, Zero Two, and Hinata Hyuga were among the biggest, claiming large, resource-rich lands.
Smaller allegiances li... | “Holy moly WHAT THE HELL?” I shouted. I’d been in a coma for five years, and suddenly... BOOM. The so-called Waifu Wars, battles for the best Waifu of all time, had started happening all over the world. I didn’t know what to expect, but I sure as hell didn’t expect this.
But, despite my reluctance, I could already fe... |
[WP] After fifteen years of marriage, you don't know how to break it to your spouse that you're teeeeechnically not human. | Milk. Butter. Potatoes. Spinach. Carrots. Tomatoes…. I am forgetting something. Baking Soda!
I turn around and move to the baking aisle. I am not forgetting anything this time. Jamila keeps taunting me for being forgetful, but not this time. This time she will cheer in glee and swoon into my arms… maybe not that but s... | *Okay, okay. I can do this. I* have *to do this.* Our two oldest playing in the yard with their friends, the third down for a nap, and a fourth on the way. My heart was thumping hard in my chest. *For her sake.* “Hey, Rose, my life, can you come here a minute?” I called down to her from the bedroom. “Just finishing lun... | |
[WP] Billions of books suddenly fell from the sky right in front of your eyes. Their titles were simply names. Some books had endings, others, such as the book you found, were still being written. | I remember the day that snapped our timeline in two.
I was with some friends on my uncle's farm, we'd found a large pond and an old tree, and were taking turns rope-swinging off of it and into the water. It was my turn and I'd been handed the knotted rope when we heard a thunderous crash in the woods, resulting in a p... | The sky darkened, similar to a thunderstorm. But the sound was nothing like rain and thunder. It was the sound of falling books. Magnified by thousands, no more than that, millions. There were books everywhere.
They all had the same cover. A light grey background, an outline of a person, and a name. Not a title, but ... | |
[WP] Dragons require large amounts of metals for their diet, their hoards full of gold because while gold is collected with iron and steel it cannot be digested, their reputation for killing knights due to the amount of steel on their armour and weapons | The party of adventurers entered the cavernous treasure room of the dragon’s lair and gaped at the mountains of glittering gold of the dragon’s hoard. The dragon himself was in the human form of a large, rugged warrior in glowing crimson plate mail, glaring down at the intruders with red, vertical slit eyes.
“Why hav... | &#x200B;
I should begin this tale with an introduction to Genette. You've probably never heard of it, or would ever want to go there. It's here in the United States, but far to the southwest. I guess about where Arizona would be—if this were still the world as we knew it before the Event. It's mainly one big city,... | |
[WP] Dragons require large amounts of metals for their diet, their hoards full of gold because while gold is collected with iron and steel it cannot be digested, their reputation for killing knights due to the amount of steel on their armour and weapons | EDIT The Second: A lot more people liked this than I thought they would! Parts 2, 3, and 3.5 in the replies below!
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"Get off of me, you overgrown bat-lizard!"
"Stop wriggling, you lanky pile of bones!"
The scene would have been comical, Mara was sure, if she wasn't the one currently flattened under the bulk of ... | &#x200B;
I should begin this tale with an introduction to Genette. You've probably never heard of it, or would ever want to go there. It's here in the United States, but far to the southwest. I guess about where Arizona would be—if this were still the world as we knew it before the Event. It's mainly one big city,... | |
[WP] Dragons require large amounts of metals for their diet, their hoards full of gold because while gold is collected with iron and steel it cannot be digested, their reputation for killing knights due to the amount of steel on their armour and weapons | Edit: I really didn't think people would like my writing! I'll keep doing responses to other writing prompts and I'll add a PT. 2 to this response later today! Thank you so much for the awards!!
It's another slow day. I haven't had a visitor for at least 4 full moons. My days are different from the delivery boy's. I... | &#x200B;
I should begin this tale with an introduction to Genette. You've probably never heard of it, or would ever want to go there. It's here in the United States, but far to the southwest. I guess about where Arizona would be—if this were still the world as we knew it before the Event. It's mainly one big city,... | |
[WP] Dragons require large amounts of metals for their diet, their hoards full of gold because while gold is collected with iron and steel it cannot be digested, their reputation for killing knights due to the amount of steel on their armour and weapons | Edit: I really didn't think people would like my writing! I'll keep doing responses to other writing prompts and I'll add a PT. 2 to this response later today! Thank you so much for the awards!!
It's another slow day. I haven't had a visitor for at least 4 full moons. My days are different from the delivery boy's. I... | EDIT The Second: A lot more people liked this than I thought they would! Parts 2, 3, and 3.5 in the replies below!
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"Get off of me, you overgrown bat-lizard!"
"Stop wriggling, you lanky pile of bones!"
The scene would have been comical, Mara was sure, if she wasn't the one currently flattened under the bulk of ... | |
[WP] "No Man can kill me!" the demon jeers, taking in the carnage it has caused. "But I am no man," you proclaim, ripping away your helmet to reveal your feminine features. You strike, your blade bouncing harmlessly off the demon's hide. "Did you... did you really think that's what I meant?" | Damnit, I thought I could dress as a female to fool the dragon but it looks like it figured me out. I shout out in an attempt to higher the pitch in my voice as it cracks as my shout breaks free from my throat.
*"I'll SlAy YoUu!"* I say as I ready my sword that I covered in sprinkles and flowers as I swing once again... | “Nope,” I chuckled. I struck again, this time a few drops of blood ran down its hide. It recoiled, not in pain but surprise. It was now weary of me and began to strike back. Surely it had noticed by now that when I took off my “horned” helmet, the horns remained. As we lunge at each other I grin, bearing my fangs at my... | |
[WP] "No Man can kill me!" the demon jeers, taking in the carnage it has caused. "But I am no man," you proclaim, ripping away your helmet to reveal your feminine features. You strike, your blade bouncing harmlessly off the demon's hide. "Did you... did you really think that's what I meant?" | I blink. “I mean…kind of.”
The demon scoffs. “Then you’re even dumber than you look, girl. Man can be gender-neutral, and it doesn’t take a brilliant mind to figure out that that was how the prophecy meant it.”
I shrug. “It’s an old prophecy. People were pretty misogynistic then. They could’ve just not even considere... | “Nope,” I chuckled. I struck again, this time a few drops of blood ran down its hide. It recoiled, not in pain but surprise. It was now weary of me and began to strike back. Surely it had noticed by now that when I took off my “horned” helmet, the horns remained. As we lunge at each other I grin, bearing my fangs at my... | |
[WP] "No Man can kill me!" the demon jeers, taking in the carnage it has caused. "But I am no man," you proclaim, ripping away your helmet to reveal your feminine features. You strike, your blade bouncing harmlessly off the demon's hide. "Did you... did you really think that's what I meant?" | "Did you... Did you really think that's what I meant?" Any malice in his voice had melted away to confusion.
The warrior shrugged. "I don't know, I just sorta thought. You said no MAN so-"
"No HUman, idiot. Man as in mankind. What the hell did you think I meant?"
"Y'know, I was kinda hoping you meant man as in a man... | “Nope,” I chuckled. I struck again, this time a few drops of blood ran down its hide. It recoiled, not in pain but surprise. It was now weary of me and began to strike back. Surely it had noticed by now that when I took off my “horned” helmet, the horns remained. As we lunge at each other I grin, bearing my fangs at my... | |
[WP] "No Man can kill me!" the demon jeers, taking in the carnage it has caused. "But I am no man," you proclaim, ripping away your helmet to reveal your feminine features. You strike, your blade bouncing harmlessly off the demon's hide. "Did you... did you really think that's what I meant?" | Council had just been called to session when the main doors suddenly burst open and a twelve foot tall demon casually strode through. Its black body was spotted with metal plates, all smeared with ash and blood, and it was dragging along an almost-certainly-dead guard. It effortlessly tossed the body towards the podium... | *It was that same look of arrogance I had seen a hundred times before; that foolish certainty only a man was capable of. And demons, as you know, they represent the worst of all men.*
I strode down the stony path towards that fabled summoning ground. But, I was too late. The poor souls that had brought the beast into ... | |
[WP] "No Man can kill me!" the demon jeers, taking in the carnage it has caused. "But I am no man," you proclaim, ripping away your helmet to reveal your feminine features. You strike, your blade bouncing harmlessly off the demon's hide. "Did you... did you really think that's what I meant?" | As my blade bounced off the demon, I struggled to bring it back up. Swords are always made so big and heavy, you know.
Mr. Demon sighed as he picked me up, making me drop my sword. Well, it was of whoever was the dead guy I found holding it, but he was dead, so you get the point.
“Stone, I’ve already told you that yo... | *It was that same look of arrogance I had seen a hundred times before; that foolish certainty only a man was capable of. And demons, as you know, they represent the worst of all men.*
I strode down the stony path towards that fabled summoning ground. But, I was too late. The poor souls that had brought the beast into ... | |
[WP] "No Man can kill me!" the demon jeers, taking in the carnage it has caused. "But I am no man," you proclaim, ripping away your helmet to reveal your feminine features. You strike, your blade bouncing harmlessly off the demon's hide. "Did you... did you really think that's what I meant?" | "No man can kill me!"
"But I am no man!" Shining steel fell away to reveal flaxen locks framing a smooth chin and delicate nose. "You gaze upon a woman! Eo-HaA!"
Leaving the dramatic geneology monologue to be finished over the foe's corpse, a bloody sword in a slender-fingered hand flashed up, inerrantly seeking t... | *It was that same look of arrogance I had seen a hundred times before; that foolish certainty only a man was capable of. And demons, as you know, they represent the worst of all men.*
I strode down the stony path towards that fabled summoning ground. But, I was too late. The poor souls that had brought the beast into ... | |
[WP] "No Man can kill me!" the demon jeers, taking in the carnage it has caused. "But I am no man," you proclaim, ripping away your helmet to reveal your feminine features. You strike, your blade bouncing harmlessly off the demon's hide. "Did you... did you really think that's what I meant?" | "CUUUUUUUUT" a shrill voice screams out. You groan inwardly and let your sword drop limply to your side.
"Wh...what happened? Did I do something wrong?" Dorgridion looks around confused, leathery wings drooping.
*"Amateurs"* You think, fluffing your hair and gesturing to your assistant for a water bottle. The small ... | *It was that same look of arrogance I had seen a hundred times before; that foolish certainty only a man was capable of. And demons, as you know, they represent the worst of all men.*
I strode down the stony path towards that fabled summoning ground. But, I was too late. The poor souls that had brought the beast into ... | |
[WP] "No Man can kill me!" the demon jeers, taking in the carnage it has caused. "But I am no man," you proclaim, ripping away your helmet to reveal your feminine features. You strike, your blade bouncing harmlessly off the demon's hide. "Did you... did you really think that's what I meant?" | Council had just been called to session when the main doors suddenly burst open and a twelve foot tall demon casually strode through. Its black body was spotted with metal plates, all smeared with ash and blood, and it was dragging along an almost-certainly-dead guard. It effortlessly tossed the body towards the podium... | Sora's eyes widened in surprise when her blade clanged helplessly against my body. I was confused as well- not by my invincibility, but by how literally she took my words.
"Y-You... You *do* realize that by 'man' I mean human, right...?" Satan be damned, I know it's been a while since my lines were written, but surely... | |
[WP] "No Man can kill me!" the demon jeers, taking in the carnage it has caused. "But I am no man," you proclaim, ripping away your helmet to reveal your feminine features. You strike, your blade bouncing harmlessly off the demon's hide. "Did you... did you really think that's what I meant?" | As my blade bounced off the demon, I struggled to bring it back up. Swords are always made so big and heavy, you know.
Mr. Demon sighed as he picked me up, making me drop my sword. Well, it was of whoever was the dead guy I found holding it, but he was dead, so you get the point.
“Stone, I’ve already told you that yo... | Sora's eyes widened in surprise when her blade clanged helplessly against my body. I was confused as well- not by my invincibility, but by how literally she took my words.
"Y-You... You *do* realize that by 'man' I mean human, right...?" Satan be damned, I know it's been a while since my lines were written, but surely... | |
[WP] "No Man can kill me!" the demon jeers, taking in the carnage it has caused. "But I am no man," you proclaim, ripping away your helmet to reveal your feminine features. You strike, your blade bouncing harmlessly off the demon's hide. "Did you... did you really think that's what I meant?" | "No man can kill me!"
"But I am no man!" Shining steel fell away to reveal flaxen locks framing a smooth chin and delicate nose. "You gaze upon a woman! Eo-HaA!"
Leaving the dramatic geneology monologue to be finished over the foe's corpse, a bloody sword in a slender-fingered hand flashed up, inerrantly seeking t... | Sora's eyes widened in surprise when her blade clanged helplessly against my body. I was confused as well- not by my invincibility, but by how literally she took my words.
"Y-You... You *do* realize that by 'man' I mean human, right...?" Satan be damned, I know it's been a while since my lines were written, but surely... | |
[WP] "No Man can kill me!" the demon jeers, taking in the carnage it has caused. "But I am no man," you proclaim, ripping away your helmet to reveal your feminine features. You strike, your blade bouncing harmlessly off the demon's hide. "Did you... did you really think that's what I meant?" | "CUUUUUUUUT" a shrill voice screams out. You groan inwardly and let your sword drop limply to your side.
"Wh...what happened? Did I do something wrong?" Dorgridion looks around confused, leathery wings drooping.
*"Amateurs"* You think, fluffing your hair and gesturing to your assistant for a water bottle. The small ... | Sora's eyes widened in surprise when her blade clanged helplessly against my body. I was confused as well- not by my invincibility, but by how literally she took my words.
"Y-You... You *do* realize that by 'man' I mean human, right...?" Satan be damned, I know it's been a while since my lines were written, but surely... | |
[WP] "No Man can kill me!" the demon jeers, taking in the carnage it has caused. "But I am no man," you proclaim, ripping away your helmet to reveal your feminine features. You strike, your blade bouncing harmlessly off the demon's hide. "Did you... did you really think that's what I meant?" | As my blade bounced off the demon, I struggled to bring it back up. Swords are always made so big and heavy, you know.
Mr. Demon sighed as he picked me up, making me drop my sword. Well, it was of whoever was the dead guy I found holding it, but he was dead, so you get the point.
“Stone, I’ve already told you that yo... | Council had just been called to session when the main doors suddenly burst open and a twelve foot tall demon casually strode through. Its black body was spotted with metal plates, all smeared with ash and blood, and it was dragging along an almost-certainly-dead guard. It effortlessly tossed the body towards the podium... | |
[WP] "No Man can kill me!" the demon jeers, taking in the carnage it has caused. "But I am no man," you proclaim, ripping away your helmet to reveal your feminine features. You strike, your blade bouncing harmlessly off the demon's hide. "Did you... did you really think that's what I meant?" | "CUUUUUUUUT" a shrill voice screams out. You groan inwardly and let your sword drop limply to your side.
"Wh...what happened? Did I do something wrong?" Dorgridion looks around confused, leathery wings drooping.
*"Amateurs"* You think, fluffing your hair and gesturing to your assistant for a water bottle. The small ... | # How to Break a Siege of Legends
(Part 8: How to Change a Long-Held Trope)
(Note: How to Break a Siege of Legends is episodic; each part is self-contained. This story can be enjoyed without reading the previous sections.)
**"You said this town runs on narrative more than physics—how strong is the effect?"** Lien as... | |
[WP] "No Man can kill me!" the demon jeers, taking in the carnage it has caused. "But I am no man," you proclaim, ripping away your helmet to reveal your feminine features. You strike, your blade bouncing harmlessly off the demon's hide. "Did you... did you really think that's what I meant?" | "CUUUUUUUUT" a shrill voice screams out. You groan inwardly and let your sword drop limply to your side.
"Wh...what happened? Did I do something wrong?" Dorgridion looks around confused, leathery wings drooping.
*"Amateurs"* You think, fluffing your hair and gesturing to your assistant for a water bottle. The small ... | “Well, at least I tried. Also it was theorically a good attempt, isn’t it? ”
The demon shruggs, “Yeah, can’t deny that.” He itches his chin under his helmet. “I... I liked your hair by the way. I mean, don’t get me wrong but it’s so shiny and nice.”
You blush, “Oh... Thanks.” After an awkward silence you continue, “I... | |
[WP] You are an ethical necromancer. All your minions were raised voluntarily, under fair contracts. But some people can't see a spooky castle in the woods staffed by undead without breaking in and trying to kill you. | He had a quick symbolic jab of his pitchfork.
'..and this'll be that last day you claim the souls of the innocent. We cannot stand idly by and watch you condemn these people to eternity without the afterlife!'
'Ok, I'm going to stop you right there. I haven't condemned anyone.'
The crowd behind the intruder where be... | They say I practice magic and communicate with the dead. That I summon their spirits. The dead that is, as apparitions and visions. Sometimes they say I raise them bodily for the purpose of divination, imparting the means to foretell futures events and discover hidden knowledge.
Sometimes they say, I bring back people... | |
[WP] You are an ethical necromancer. All your minions were raised voluntarily, under fair contracts. But some people can't see a spooky castle in the woods staffed by undead without breaking in and trying to kill you. | "This is the fifth time *this month*", Varyas said tiredly to the audience assembled before her. "And we're only halfway through February."
The town's mayor's gaze fell to his lap with embarrassment. He sighed, knowing what was coming next.
"Look, Lucius, I know it's not your fault. None of the village's citizens are... | “(Sigh)... who is it this time?”
‘Necromancer, I have come to put an end to you and your wicked ways!’
“...Really?”
‘Yes, now die in the name of—‘
“All that is good in this world and yeah, yeah, yeah. I’ve heard it all before, you’re not original.”
‘...I- um- well, how-‘
“Seriously, I hear that from everyone else... | |
[WP] You are an ethical necromancer. All your minions were raised voluntarily, under fair contracts. But some people can't see a spooky castle in the woods staffed by undead without breaking in and trying to kill you. | "Oh god, not this shit again..." Rain left his cozy bed while cursing out loud. With slow steps, he walked to the window and stuck his head out.
There, he saw a group of man, trespassing his garden.
A young man with golden hair and a slim figure noticed his appearance and frowned deeply. Not waiting for the three ot... | # How to Break a Siege of Legends
(Interlude 1: Variem)
(Note: How to Break a Siege of Legends is episodic; each part is self-contained. This story can be enjoyed without reading the previous sections.)
**"Ms. Variem! Ms. Variem!"** Dante sprinted up to his employer's bedroom in the castle tower. "There's, er, someo... | |
[WP] You are an ethical necromancer. All your minions were raised voluntarily, under fair contracts. But some people can't see a spooky castle in the woods staffed by undead without breaking in and trying to kill you. | Cindyr the necromancer walked down the stairs in a pink fuzzy robe to meet his intruders. As his slippers squeaked into the emptiness of his mansion with each step down the seemingly endless winding ivory endless staircase, he wondered which of the many enemies he'd developed over the decades had sent these assassins o... | # How to Break a Siege of Legends
(Interlude 1: Variem)
(Note: How to Break a Siege of Legends is episodic; each part is self-contained. This story can be enjoyed without reading the previous sections.)
**"Ms. Variem! Ms. Variem!"** Dante sprinted up to his employer's bedroom in the castle tower. "There's, er, someo... | |
[WP] You are an ethical necromancer. All your minions were raised voluntarily, under fair contracts. But some people can't see a spooky castle in the woods staffed by undead without breaking in and trying to kill you. | The door to his laboratory burst in, a knight in gore spattered armor stomping through. The greatsword the knight carried was drenched in the fluids of the dead.
"Unclean beast!" The knight roared, "This foul magic has no place in the Kingdom of," but stopped when the necromancer held up his hand.
"They were volun... | # How to Break a Siege of Legends
(Interlude 1: Variem)
(Note: How to Break a Siege of Legends is episodic; each part is self-contained. This story can be enjoyed without reading the previous sections.)
**"Ms. Variem! Ms. Variem!"** Dante sprinted up to his employer's bedroom in the castle tower. "There's, er, someo... | |
[WP] You are an ethical necromancer. All your minions were raised voluntarily, under fair contracts. But some people can't see a spooky castle in the woods staffed by undead without breaking in and trying to kill you. | "Sir, there's another band of heroes trying to get in."
"Thank you Captain."
I stretched, letting out a groan before straightening my robes. My staff floated to my hand, the black flame growing at my touch. I left the latest batch of preservation fluid to mix, whilst I dealt with the latest set of do-gooders.
Captai... | # How to Break a Siege of Legends
(Interlude 1: Variem)
(Note: How to Break a Siege of Legends is episodic; each part is self-contained. This story can be enjoyed without reading the previous sections.)
**"Ms. Variem! Ms. Variem!"** Dante sprinted up to his employer's bedroom in the castle tower. "There's, er, someo... | |
[WP] You are an ethical necromancer. All your minions were raised voluntarily, under fair contracts. But some people can't see a spooky castle in the woods staffed by undead without breaking in and trying to kill you. | Cindyr the necromancer walked down the stairs in a pink fuzzy robe to meet his intruders. As his slippers squeaked into the emptiness of his mansion with each step down the seemingly endless winding ivory endless staircase, he wondered which of the many enemies he'd developed over the decades had sent these assassins o... | "Oh god, not this shit again..." Rain left his cozy bed while cursing out loud. With slow steps, he walked to the window and stuck his head out.
There, he saw a group of man, trespassing his garden.
A young man with golden hair and a slim figure noticed his appearance and frowned deeply. Not waiting for the three ot... | |
[WP] You are an ethical necromancer. All your minions were raised voluntarily, under fair contracts. But some people can't see a spooky castle in the woods staffed by undead without breaking in and trying to kill you. | The door to his laboratory burst in, a knight in gore spattered armor stomping through. The greatsword the knight carried was drenched in the fluids of the dead.
"Unclean beast!" The knight roared, "This foul magic has no place in the Kingdom of," but stopped when the necromancer held up his hand.
"They were volun... | Lightning cracks across a dark and cloudy sky, illuminating the spires of the ancient, ivy-covered castle. As the rain begins to fall softly, a group of hooded figures walks along a forest path that leads toward mangled iron gates.
The band enters the castle grounds and reaches the overhang that protects the main ent... | |
[WP] You are an ethical necromancer. All your minions were raised voluntarily, under fair contracts. But some people can't see a spooky castle in the woods staffed by undead without breaking in and trying to kill you. | "Sir, there's another band of heroes trying to get in."
"Thank you Captain."
I stretched, letting out a groan before straightening my robes. My staff floated to my hand, the black flame growing at my touch. I left the latest batch of preservation fluid to mix, whilst I dealt with the latest set of do-gooders.
Captai... | Lightning cracks across a dark and cloudy sky, illuminating the spires of the ancient, ivy-covered castle. As the rain begins to fall softly, a group of hooded figures walks along a forest path that leads toward mangled iron gates.
The band enters the castle grounds and reaches the overhang that protects the main ent... |
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