Zonty 994 Share Posted March 11, 2025 Harken my call, O’ mortal men of Aevos. Many an age has passed Since my awakening. Much has gone by. But lethargy grips me. I am bewearied; I yearn for solace; For rest. But none could grant it. None achieved my peril. So I ask of you, The shrewdest of your ilk. Grant me my death. Verily, I crave it. - Galolim 7 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
needitallcash 58 Share Posted March 11, 2025 Somewhere far off, this parchment garners the attention of man. Quiet rumination. He'd set out.. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
KidKrinkles 2044 Share Posted March 11, 2025 ༶❖⊱༶༺❖⊰❖⊱❖༻༶⊰❖༶ Soot stained and darkened by the ash lands, the bowie-knight did wander away from those fire baptized lands... ... and upon his way to civilization, did perchance upon a loose missive. With a groan, and a grumble, the old Knight did sit himself down upon a weathered stone's face, and read the words, a grunt of conclusion as he finished. Words he lived by. Words etched upon his mind, and soul, and heart. Perhaps he would cross the man. ༶❖⊱༶༺❖⊰❖⊱❖༻༶⊰❖༶ 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
xDisarray 553 Share Posted March 12, 2025 Aurellius Greye would be patrolling the lands of Balian. He came to a clearing and dismounted from his steed before he saw a missive. The paper would be torn at the edges. “Hmm… to grant a man death is to grant a man freedom… if I ever cross paths with this person, I will make sure it is swift, and painless…“ He then got back on his steed as he placed the missive in his pocket and rode off to complete his patrol. 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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