The last of the beautiful light streamed down the river after the Ligniss had plunged into the navy water. Hidden from the final darkness, it would reemerge whence needed the most in the height of Darkness' reign.
Onboard were the final Arkknights, a co-heir to the Chancellery, a robot, and an incompetent knight-eater in a sealed محفوظ room in rock slumber
***
There were several seals on the Tomb of the Plague.
Some of them religious, the blood of early martyrs staining the otherwise pure white marble;
some of them military, the sacrifices of thousands of men and women to the sword apparent on the مہر itself;
some being scientific, impenetrable steel and electrical wires defending the exit.
But none of it was enough to stop Her.
Ismene, the Liberator. Ismene, the قوس قزح Walker. Ismene, the End.
It wasn't immediate, breaking of the seals, but, like a river breaking down a rock, the all the same fell to Her sword.
Awakened سے طرف کی the sudden unbalance on Ultima’s, and the final signal دیا سے طرف کی the Chancellor, Ismene began her first and final task;
Liberate the Plague of the Underworld to دکھائیں the ones not on the Overlands the lesson of the ancients.
Ismene went on Her work, every دن driving Her sword deeper into the seals, and singing the song She remembered; the Hymn of Judgment.
Dreadfully aware of the deaths that would occur if She completed Her task, but barely phased سے طرف کی the idea of blood-red blotches covering the skin of the inhabitants of the doomed nation, She continued.
At night, Bayutan rumbled with the Plague's cries of anguish, and Ismene felt for the trapped beasts, knowing Herself of the trials of being caged.
Sen, mas seew, sen thine Tartour exink,
Soon, my sweet, soon your torture will end,
Es thine Tartour en mine Tartour,
Your pain is my pain,
Sen, mas seew, sen thine Regutarr an Hadum,
Soon, my sweet, soon your oppressors shall perish,
Und Ine, wis thim.
And I, with them.
Onboard were the final Arkknights, a co-heir to the Chancellery, a robot, and an incompetent knight-eater in a sealed محفوظ room in rock slumber
***
There were several seals on the Tomb of the Plague.
Some of them religious, the blood of early martyrs staining the otherwise pure white marble;
some of them military, the sacrifices of thousands of men and women to the sword apparent on the مہر itself;
some being scientific, impenetrable steel and electrical wires defending the exit.
But none of it was enough to stop Her.
Ismene, the Liberator. Ismene, the قوس قزح Walker. Ismene, the End.
It wasn't immediate, breaking of the seals, but, like a river breaking down a rock, the all the same fell to Her sword.
Awakened سے طرف کی the sudden unbalance on Ultima’s, and the final signal دیا سے طرف کی the Chancellor, Ismene began her first and final task;
Liberate the Plague of the Underworld to دکھائیں the ones not on the Overlands the lesson of the ancients.
Ismene went on Her work, every دن driving Her sword deeper into the seals, and singing the song She remembered; the Hymn of Judgment.
Dreadfully aware of the deaths that would occur if She completed Her task, but barely phased سے طرف کی the idea of blood-red blotches covering the skin of the inhabitants of the doomed nation, She continued.
At night, Bayutan rumbled with the Plague's cries of anguish, and Ismene felt for the trapped beasts, knowing Herself of the trials of being caged.
Sen, mas seew, sen thine Tartour exink,
Soon, my sweet, soon your torture will end,
Es thine Tartour en mine Tartour,
Your pain is my pain,
Sen, mas seew, sen thine Regutarr an Hadum,
Soon, my sweet, soon your oppressors shall perish,
Und Ine, wis thim.
And I, with them.
The cover of the book my dad wrote about the Great War.
Written and copyrighted سے طرف کی Zane Luxuria Zenon
Loud and obnoxious shrieks of utter terror were unleashed through the walls of the deceased man who was only referred to as The Doctor. It was no surprise for people indigenous to the area, which is a grand total of one. Screams happen all the time, and he despises them. The very person who causes the yelling is the one who hates it, irony at it's finest. His name is Dsy, a teenage boy who has Amnesia and short-term memory loss.
"I hate the loud noises, I fucking told you!"
His angry remark was followed سے طرف کی the clanking sound of a cleaver. His generic black clothes were slathered in in blood. He smirked at the decapitated head of yet another victim.
"Another sin for humanity, another strain on my blade."
Loud and obnoxious shrieks of utter terror were unleashed through the walls of the deceased man who was only referred to as The Doctor. It was no surprise for people indigenous to the area, which is a grand total of one. Screams happen all the time, and he despises them. The very person who causes the yelling is the one who hates it, irony at it's finest. His name is Dsy, a teenage boy who has Amnesia and short-term memory loss.
"I hate the loud noises, I fucking told you!"
His angry remark was followed سے طرف کی the clanking sound of a cleaver. His generic black clothes were slathered in in blood. He smirked at the decapitated head of yet another victim.
"Another sin for humanity, another strain on my blade."
ارے ppl! I'm back and here is episode 2 part 2! Now let's start!
Icefire:Hello Molly & Jake
Molly:Hello icefire.
Jake:Hello.
Icefire:So آپ are -
Molly:Jason go up to your room.
Jason:Yes mom.=(
(Jason goes up to his room)
Icefire:So آپ to are wanted?
Molly:No. We where famed.
Jake:And we need آپ to take care of Jason & Crystal.
Icefire:Ok.
(crystal starts to cry)
Molly:It's ok crystal just shhhh..........
Ok I'm just going to skip to the sad part!
Ok it's night time and some ppl get inside the house and try to get Molly & Jake.
Well that's all folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I know right!
Icefire:Hello Molly & Jake
Molly:Hello icefire.
Jake:Hello.
Icefire:So آپ are -
Molly:Jason go up to your room.
Jason:Yes mom.=(
(Jason goes up to his room)
Icefire:So آپ to are wanted?
Molly:No. We where famed.
Jake:And we need آپ to take care of Jason & Crystal.
Icefire:Ok.
(crystal starts to cry)
Molly:It's ok crystal just shhhh..........
Ok I'm just going to skip to the sad part!
Ok it's night time and some ppl get inside the house and try to get Molly & Jake.
Well that's all folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I know right!
let the story begin Steve the dog is laying in the grass. Man this sucks being stuck on an island theirs nothing to do but eat and sleep i need something exciting thrilling something to get the blood pumping کہا Steve in deep thought at that moment he thought of something A PIRATE that’s it کہا Steve as he got up and started running towards town anybody got a ship he asked everybody. Finally someone gave him a makeshift بیڑا that not even a feather would touch. well i guess this will do for now کہا Steve as he set off OK now to get to business first things first i need a crew a first mate a navigator a cook a musician a engineer and مزید
well i guess we get first mate first i think ill set out north کہا Steve setting sail in the modern world we live in today soon he fell asleep when he woke up he was greeted سے طرف کی marines...to be continued
well i guess we get first mate first i think ill set out north کہا Steve setting sail in the modern world we live in today soon he fell asleep when he woke up he was greeted سے طرف کی marines...to be continued
Midnight Stormcloud
