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Chapter 5: secrets unleashed Gurk lay siting up in his wooden chair in Treths and his cabin looking shocked. " so tell me how did we escape the nagas.
Chapter 2: Gurks suggestion " Treth breath in and say Serge Mae ." Mareyea said. Then Treth repeated those words. His arm went back to normal no darkness no spikes. Yet he still had his strength.
Chapter 1: demonic guardian Treth ran down the hill deep in the forest of guardival he was tracking a massive deer rumored to be able to feed a village for a year.
#Nightdwellers My eyes turn black, My mouth grows slack, I raise my hands up high. My ears do ring, Up. My hands fling. My hair begins to fly.
~Spooky story; not mine~ Mad Henry was a hermit who lived alone in a decrepit mansion at the edge of town. Rumors were rife about the wild-eyed man.
Summon the dead at your peril Let them rest in peace Mess with what you don't know Will bring you to your knees Form a circle if that's what you think Holds your hands out wide 'I summon thee oh...
#HalloweenParty #Necromancy They said 'don't dabble in dark magics', But what's the fun without. The normal type, the happy type, Is a whisper to a shout.
His creations were nearly complete He smiled as he continued singing "The knee bone connects to the thigh bone" Those voices in his crazed head kept ringing The basement was damp and dark Rusted...
Masochism, iron bone, A toxin of the gem and stone, A night to dance around in pain, With nothing more than hallow gain.
Aged hearts turn dust to dust, Together, side by side, Within a wisened undead lust, Their withered hands clasp tight in trust.
The Tower of Pain, Will always remain, Outlive the last flower, A monument to power. These evil wizards, Casting blizzards, Causing droughts, Creating doubts.
The day was mist and cloud banks, You came to me and cried, You told me you were sorry, and- You never should have died.
Draconian shadows swing at the graveyard tonight, but you can't see a thing. Mist covers all in sight. The shape of a man, swaying to and fro is all you can see through the musky glow.
He had mixed his powders and potions, his incense the essence of death. Black was his colour of choice today, his alter before him was set.