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  1. Goblinberg

    Doom

    An elderly creature lay somewhere around the tainted lands of arcas, where the inferis have been stomped onto it, merely observing an engraving of a rose resting on her biceps. A simple image, yet that excavated a wave of ancient memories, of events that she had experienced with a specific person. However, words came out of her dry lips with a raspy voice: "S-She has the answers. She has the eyes of the toad ... But is she still alive ...?". The towering being wondered unto herself with a bemused expression on the left side of her is face while her hideous features of the further side were molded into a disappointed grimace: "Of course, she is still alive. After all ... she's the banshee queen, isn't she? ...-You need a whole army to take her down! ". An ominous laughter echoed like a shriek within her odd, different tone, followed by a shake of her head. Alas, the figure can not do anything else, and soon she would have resumed such a journey to seek answers, to grasp what once was of hers. A enigmatic purpose for sure!
  2. A grim creature became aware of Nuala's death or disappearance. A gasp ran away from her lips. "Who was that horrible demon who did this?!" She exclaimed, taken back from such a event
  3. OST It was a looming-vicious day, and as always the grim creature, named Ava was on its own, this time near a port with numerous ships. Her emotionless expression was filled with a light ease, and the most attentive would have noticed, that with her right hand she held between her steel, cold fingers a head which many will recognize; It was the infamous Nuala Uradir. Her headless body was resting without life onto a table. Slowly Ava herself arise her chin towards the ceiling where she was hiding, where the violent act has been done; many thoughts danced within her mind ... The demons' apocalypse that was dragging closer and closer to where she lived, the search for a member of her family who had disappeared, and whose had suffered the undoing of the silver city too. Yet most of them was pushed aside on what seemed to be a thought of freedom, of relief ... Finally she had completed one of her purposes, unjustice was no more in such an event. She managed to ruin the life of the poor, wicked Nuala. She’s who went against her own family, who had ruined her life, and such of her daughter, Ithia. Ithia who was one of the most important person for Ava. "Finally ... the witch’s undoing has been stopped. It's what you wanted, right? Was it what you really wanted? The right path...? Perhaps, Your Kor, whom you worship-...won’t like it. I... Perhaps it was not, or it was, i don’t care. At least...Ithia is safe. She won’t suffer anymore..." The grim’s creature words echoed within all over the large boat, all alone: As if she were talking to another person. Clearly signs of her sanity which continued to descend and descend more and more, in a dark, scattered and blind shaft. At least, she was happy, now. And then after such minutes she spent with that energy of happiness flowing through herself-.And then she tied the head tightly on her belt with a thick rope, and then placed both of her hands onto the table, where the body was resting on. She’d prepare to send the body to whoever deserved it, or perhaps for an honorable burial. Justice was served, the poeple whose the witch has hurt would’ve rest, but perhaps it was not the right choice... ooc:
  4. "I don't like Haelun'or. But I do prefer them than shades. And banishing the dragon kin is a shame. They're our protectors and elders..." a figure mumbled out as she scanned the missive.
  5. A grim creature heard of the news, or rather she sees the vision, and somehow seemed shocked at it. However, she continued to walk on her way ”Toads...? I don’t like this.”
  6. Some grim creature scanned over the missive, keeping in mind to visit this fortress, called Farrador. All she said would have been: “Will the people be blind and deaf. Or answer, this time?”
  7. MC Name (IGN): Djcrips Personas (Character) Name: Lawrence-smov Discord: Mine#7120 Timezone: gmt italian Persona’s Race: Half-elf? Persona’s Age: ??? Any particular skills: Skilled with weapons, music and smithing Affiliations and Allegiances: No one.
  8. This is where i cry
  9. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5ov6lzqWjmk ╭─────────╮ Aline was sitting on a rock within the embrace of a taller hill, glancing at the horizon and the news of the death of the silver walls leaped into her ears, her hands adorned with steel gauntlets tightened onto the helmet to remove it and then tie it tightly on her belt with a ancient rope; her wicked, scarred countenance crossed an excited smile, especially unto hear whoever was part of it, of an Impure being... an acquaintance, nothing more than anything else. Her thoughts were enveloped by kind, soft whispers who urged her to say phrases as not very truculent than her joy of such knowledge: "Indeed, you and I are not so different, i was right. We are both catalysts of chaos, yet who manage to create something from it, start things from scratch , from the ashes that we created; with the flames we have lit up. We can change everything... " She chimed into a noisy laughter which continued to echoed all over the place where she was present for a afew seconds, it was as if she was talking to someone but nobody was present. One hand waved causally, then moved to the side of the letter that her gray-colored eyes were scanning carefully. "Kina, Evelon, Anethra...- I have to make sure they are alright, safe, The other good-... p-people..." A worried tone ran away from her dried lips, but afterwards it returned grim as usual: "And Nuala, i bet her head ain't been beheaded yet." She rose from the rock where she was sitting, her hands began to tear slowly the letter with a weak fingers-motion and a uneasy breath wandered within her skull. She shook her head once. "The wicked isn't slayed yet. The shades are still wandering about, and some high elf is definitely still alive. It is not ended, yet ... not yet. My duty will continue...but." A pause was proclaimed, a pensive status grew along the back of the towering figure. She was thinking about something, a thick thought struck herself, and then... The restless figure shook both her hands away and the letter pieces floated down, getting lost in the middle of the hill environment. "And my-...mine, Adeline. I need to find her ...- She's my only alliance, family and friend. No one else. Where she is-My promise... i won’t-... I must! I-I’m... "She cried out in a rather aggressive tone, In the misery that she could no longer see one of the many people she loved, as if she were her own member of the family. She could not afford another loss. And she knew it. A lot of muster comments were becoming undoing in the midst of her mind, a lot of dismal thoughts stepped up. After that, she began to rearrange her helmet, pulling off the rope with a brutal force-act, her steps made her move away from the place; her restless purpose, the goal that she had set in her head to accomplish was not yet completed. Perhaps impossible...But her reckless way of acting, all she had gone through. The misadventures and the people who had given her a push to continue; Were not forgotten. Included in the family of frost witches, and of her old court. Pale pot, Raja- were names which’ve given her the force to not turn around. And as for now, She went on on her path, onward. with a further objective in her doing. ╰─────────╯
  10. A taller figure smiled beneath the helmet, she’d prepare herself for the coming event!
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