Written By Daniella
Jan. 20, 2019, 3:37 p.m.(6/4/1010 AR)
I feel like the Cardian offer would be a good deal more tempting if not for the whole outlawing all our religions part.
Written By Daniella
Jan. 11, 2019, 10:35 a.m.(5/4/1010 AR)
So sobriety, my old nemesis, we meet again.
Written By Daniella
Jan. 2, 2019, 6:16 a.m.(4/14/1010 AR)
The formula for an engaging social life is three quarters individuals who love you, one quarter those who hate you.
Written By Daniella
Dec. 29, 2018, 4:52 p.m.(4/7/1010 AR)
This was a lovely gathering, the hostess put together a simple but still engaging game. I was slightly disappointed that nothing actually caught fire and nobody fought a duel to settle a lifelong feud, but you can't have everything. Also I was able to slip out before all that rapid drinking caught up with anyone in an unpleasant way.
Written By Daniella
Dec. 29, 2018, 2:40 p.m.(4/7/1010 AR)
I don't know anything about the Undying Emperor, but I have a hunch that his name is Phillip and he began life as the son of a simple tanner in a small village far to the South of the Lyceum. There the young boy led a happy and simple life until one day when exploring with his friends, he fell into a deep cave and came across a strange, glowing green stone.
The stone was unpleasant to the touch and so the boy simply hid it away and all but forgot about it until the next year when a vicious tribe of Shavs swept through, pillaging and killing. His father died and his childhood sweetheart was carried off with the tribe. Distraught and without hope, Phillip ran to where he had hid the stone and clutched it tight, the experience grew steadily more and more unpleasant until his whole body shook with tremors but still he clutched it.
Then all of a sudden it came to him, the power, the deepest and darkest of powers, that with which life and death itself could be controlled. With his stone he could call the dead back into service as warriors and restore life to those afflicted by sickness or even age. So he raised up the body of a long dead steed and rode out after the Shav tribe with preternatural speed.
In a few days he caught up to them, and raising the bodies of all the fallen animals from the forest in a dozen miles he attacked the camp, what tribal warriors came near to him he touched with his hand which was wreathed in emerald fire and the life went instantly out of them. He found his childhood sweetheart but he was to her eyes an unliving monster wreathed in emerald flame and she fled screaming, he ran after her but as he caught her the life too left her body and she fell limp in his embrace.
He used his power to return her to life, but what came back just a creature. So he moved on, driven by nothing now but the hollow desire for power he used his great army to conquer an empire, and to sustain his own youth indefinitely. Today he sit eternal on a throne of bone, with nothing but the husk of his childhood love beside him for company.
The stone was unpleasant to the touch and so the boy simply hid it away and all but forgot about it until the next year when a vicious tribe of Shavs swept through, pillaging and killing. His father died and his childhood sweetheart was carried off with the tribe. Distraught and without hope, Phillip ran to where he had hid the stone and clutched it tight, the experience grew steadily more and more unpleasant until his whole body shook with tremors but still he clutched it.
Then all of a sudden it came to him, the power, the deepest and darkest of powers, that with which life and death itself could be controlled. With his stone he could call the dead back into service as warriors and restore life to those afflicted by sickness or even age. So he raised up the body of a long dead steed and rode out after the Shav tribe with preternatural speed.
In a few days he caught up to them, and raising the bodies of all the fallen animals from the forest in a dozen miles he attacked the camp, what tribal warriors came near to him he touched with his hand which was wreathed in emerald fire and the life went instantly out of them. He found his childhood sweetheart but he was to her eyes an unliving monster wreathed in emerald flame and she fled screaming, he ran after her but as he caught her the life too left her body and she fell limp in his embrace.
He used his power to return her to life, but what came back just a creature. So he moved on, driven by nothing now but the hollow desire for power he used his great army to conquer an empire, and to sustain his own youth indefinitely. Today he sit eternal on a throne of bone, with nothing but the husk of his childhood love beside him for company.
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