Jump to content
Sign in to follow this  
Aesopian

A PROMISE, BROKEN

Recommended Posts

B4iityv.png

One-hundred years of patience. One-hundred years of praise.

One-hundred deaths in rivers red, to break the King’s malaise.

 

In the brier of the father, might the iron findeth ash,

 touched by all that curses her, sired by the lash.

 

That young elf she is no longer, the mantle now her prison.

She hunts the green-eyed child, to devour as he is risen.

 

The king cares not, he lingers still,

gods may die, but man deserves the kill.

 

The red vault opened, the devil’s spawn unleashed,

their fire spills across the land to drain it all deceased.

 

At their head a black-red face that parts the chaff from life,

cutting cleanly by the fire with his black-red knife.

 

Still the king slumbers, as souls pile high,

even ‘ere as the end draws nigh.

 

Yet soon he will wake, a King from a king,

so as dawn breaks, a new world He shall bring.

 

In His left hand the scepter, and in His right hand the end,
for all that they’ve brought determines now if they deserve to ascend.

- Author Unknown

 

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

please no

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

“I can be edgy too” is etched in blood.

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

creepyclowns-atd-100616-827x1240.jpg

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

its so cool how the ST roast anyone who makes lore outside of their clique **** you nerds go home

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites
4 minutes ago, Hanrahan said:

its so cool how the ST roast anyone who makes lore outside of their clique **** you nerds go home


((No the ST here are clowning on an Ex-ET member for his eventline that was very controversial for what an event should be.))

 

Nobu happens along this anonymous poem, his face glazing over as he reads it.

“The thoughts of those twisted minds are... Confusing at that...”

Nobu shakes he head, letting the poem drop to the floor from his hand,

”It must matter not, for the author has no clarity of what we truly must live with...”

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

I quite enjoyed the september prince event, keep it up Aesopian! 

here is some lofi music to help you relax while these clowns are trying to cover up their own rat event line.

Spoiler

A weed dealer's $59M lesson: Don't hide Bitcoin keys with a fishing rod |  Ars Technica

 

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites
2 hours ago, Hanrahan said:

its so cool how the ST roast anyone who makes lore outside of their clique **** you nerds go home

 

 

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

Ailred reads through the poem with a concerned look, trying to decipher its meaning. Still none of the wiser after a few re-reads, he flings the parchment aside in irritation and makes a note to ask about it later. 

cool thread to look back at next time the ST cry crocodile tears

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

Ferdinand examined the poem, removing his glasses from his nose “It seems that we can never escape, eventually our path will lead us to the end of the corridor for no man nor creature can escape the cold touch of death.” muttered the young man man, as he continued to read on the histories of Atlas.

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

I feel like caught in the Blood War in Avernus, damn.

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites
Guest
Reply to this topic...

×   Pasted as rich text.   Paste as plain text instead

  Only 75 emoji are allowed.

×   Your link has been automatically embedded.   Display as a link instead

×   Your previous content has been restored.   Clear editor

×   You cannot paste images directly. Upload or insert images from URL.

Sign in to follow this  

  • Recently Browsing   0 members

    No registered users viewing this page.



×
×
  • Create New...