"What you are to do without me, I cannot imagine."

[ImCookiie 1950]

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A loud howl would escape the deepest corner of a small confinement as Eloh'ra would become conscious once again; an angered blaze continuing to surround and imitate her every maneuver. Through a small breach within the stone barrier that kept her enclosed, a cloudless sky would maintain its state, allowing the sun to anew set; its blaze now cooling imperceptibly. As the daylight began to sink into the busy horizon, an array of vibrant colours would commence to paint the sky; With each stroke of a brush, a pale light becoming more apparent. Crickets would chirp their evening tune as three curved figures sat  around the glow of a dying fire, discussing various events; most under inconversable words. 

“Fear the Old Dark.”

 

 

An unusual sound that started as a cluttered hum of many noises was heard far in the distance. As time elapsed, the hum grew louder and noises became clearer. - Writhing in pain and in an attempt to raise her body, Eloh'ra would twitch many of times, widening her eyes; She would try to speak but only a faint gasp for air would departure her dry lips, the setting in which she was kept becoming clearer with every blink. She would move her eyes slowly, delving for any information that could disclose her location; her movements would become quicker and more alert with every breath she took.

 

"I wished not for such events."

 

Eloh'ra would leave no stone unturned, searching for any living being other than herself, her ravens; While the hum would progressively get louder, echoing through the walls of the grotto, her eyes would once again get lost within each crack, breach and small void of the worn down wall, falling instantly to the canvas beneath her. Once again losing strength, she would remain in the arched position her frame slumped into.

 

"Those whom seek me, shan't find me. Nor will those who do not."

"My innocence is further proven by the actions of others, as witnessed on present day."

"My strength has not been torn from me, nor has my will to fight for what I believe in."

"Those whom have deemed me in the position I currently stand, shall indeed pay."

"For as I am no more, than my sister and my twin."

"I shall return anew."

 

"Fear the Old Dark."

 

 

[jamesb 218]

Sam’s lips arched into a subtle frown as he heard Eloh'ra had slipped into hiding, his gaze peeling over the darkened horizon. “Eloh'ra can handle herself, alone.” He murmured, though there was no one to hear. “But, regardless, she will be missed."

[Guest]

The lone figure of Dralazar bends the knee before the shrine of Alistaer, simply uttering under his breath with a ghastly croak. "I am the sword inside the darkness, fear the Old Dark. I pay homage to no gods, I do not bear the heavenly tide. Let justice be done, let the old ones fall, let Man find redemption." 

[trinn 5146]

A Mali'aheral shuts her doors. 

[1 1393]

The lone aheral sits

Deep within the ground

 

He recalled the meeting back in Fi'ceru.

He recalled the ring.

He recalled the marriage.

 

Yet he was lost

Lost in thought
Lost in life

 

There are times when all descendants make one question

 

Why are we here?

 

He thought he had found it

He had failed.

 

The lone aheral rose

Leaning over the pit of magma

 

Contemplating

[molly molly molly 1329]

A bearded mali, distinguishable as only Kolohe Finnigan, gruff with his tongue, and thick with his accent spoke;

"Ame nae everah." 

[WuHanXianShi14 0]

Artimec read through her declaration as he had found it while tracking, a procession of 'ame rangers behind him.

"Forcing her into hiding is about as good as having her whipped."

He muttered, spinning about about to his men and slung the strung bow he'd been holding over his shoulder.

"All we can do now is ensure she knows no peace nor comfort should she ever find the nerve to reveal herself once more."

He crumbled up the paper with a vindictive clenching of his fist, a sinister smile creeping onto his lips.

"The other cultists who've been exposed...now that's another story entirely. Come. Let us inquire about 'Samuel'."

 

 

[Moochael 730]

Berilac Overhill whistles a merry tune to himself whilst relaxing in his snug burrow. His current state clearly exhibits, despite living next to Laurelin, he is completely oblivious to whatever is happening.

"All is merry terday, 'ey? Nothin' could make dis day be''ah!"

[luv 3469]

"I do pray for her safety.."

"She's a strong girl, always has been."

"Hope she doesn't make the same mistakes,"

"I did."

Kypris would then sigh, blowing out the candle on her desk and heading to bed.

[Heff 2460]

Svatabor Ivanovich laughs Silly spookmen. 

[JEEGK 1367]

The nimble elf sat there, dwindling his toes in the water.

[idiot 502]

Garsto frowns upon hearing the news spreading around,

 

"The old dark are planning something..."

 

Garsto wrinkles his nose in thought as he wanders off.

[arakrsptec 171]

The man stood before the altar without a movement, hands clenched around the spear before him. The wind howled around him, snapping the cape back and forth in a tedious motion, snapping constantly against the armor on his back.

"Fear the Old Dark."

[dm420 186]

"I love women." says Ameen.

[Elad™ 560]

Moved to the Archive. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.