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Which region would you like us to play in?

1-Untamed Wilds on a land mass.(Difficulty: !Dworfish!)
- 0 (0%)
2-Nightmarish Forest located in the middle of a land mass(Difficulty mode:!FUN!)
- 0 (0%)
3-Wilderness right next to a Necro tower(Difficulty mode:More !FUN!)
- 2 (50%)
4-Nightmarish North Poll(Difficulty mode: Gaurenteed !ANALRAPE!)
- 2 (50%)

Total Members Voted: 4

Voting closed: June 26, 2014, 07:07:53 pm


Author Topic: Daimondrein Succesion fort- join now! Poll is up!  (Read 634 times)

Geallen

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Daimondrein Succesion fort- join now! Poll is up!
« on: June 10, 2014, 05:09:10 am »

Daimondrien
A History of Blood and Greed


It haunts me to this day that dream. My fear, and my salvation. The whisps of memory infused with a insurmountable wrath, left to torment what is left of my soul until the day I die.

My body shook with eternal grief in that dust caked alley, all hope smothered away. The frail figure in my arms brutaly beaten, and deviod of life. Not even blood remained in those pallid veins, defaced and even worse if one were to look past the ripped ribcage. But one thing remained of her, my daughter. Those red locks still danced ever joyfully in his grief, as if to mock me.

I got up carrying the morbid morsel through the dim lit streets of Daimondrien. A ghoul gaurd passed by laughing at my misery. Had I been younger I would've throttled him, but all strength has left me. Finally I came upon the temple. Small engravings of the Goddess's face watching ever peacefully. Buddeddawn, the goddess of rebirth. The steps echoed off the walls as if I was the only one their, the temple devoid of life divine or immortal. I came upon the ultar 3 other dead were layed upon it, only but a hair width's amount of room was left for her. I layed the body upon the altar with the others. Prayed to her.

To give her back to me. But in the end no answer came as I expected, so I asked her to give my little darling the rebirth she deserved. A Laugh came past the altar. A hooded figure of red stood upon the balcony above. The voice that of a man resounded in the chamber "So this is what you do? There is no rebirth in this world". I was taken aback "Who are you? Another ghoul to judge my fate?". He chuckled some more "Fate? Aye little dwarf, Ghoul? Such a boring thing a servant of watered blood". He made down from balcony slowly, finally he made it through the door hunched. His size was remarkable, and intimidating.

He stood up to full height and looked down upon me. His face obfiscated by the shadows surrounding him. We stood their for awhile, looking at eachother. My eyes and mind devoid and empty. Death I wished upon myself that instant, as the man's glare was hidden behind shadows.

In the stead of death, the man withdrew his hood, and light blinding light shone forth in the dimness of that temple, then the vision came.

Blood and battle, pain and misery, life and death. Battalions of clad steel dwarves in the face of inumerable enemies. Whistling bolts and flying spears, broken shields and shattered axes. A thousand deaths surged through my veins.

But in between the lines of chaos and blood I could see just barely, life happiness. Birth and joy. Holding a child in your arms, watching them grow. But small facets in a much larger daimond.

Shadows started to flutter over the light, blood and pain. Until nothing remained of that existence. Instead wisps of white haunted the depths of the earth, hunting for blood itself. Hunting their kin for the elixir of immortality, driping between their gleaming fangs. Leaving nought but enslavement and death.

The roars of battle all but smothered, the laughs over a table, and a cup of goddamned rum lost to servitude. Blood not spilt, life not lived, but sucked and smothered to devoid results. This was Daimondrien, and what came before Asmel had cursed all to damnation, was all but the faintest memory, words upon a parchment long lost, or long destroyed.

Asmel is a god, Armok is a force.

It festers in me, the hatred, the need for vengence. Most of all the need to live, instead of cowering and serving.

Blood and war.


This is Armok's demand.

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« Last Edit: June 12, 2014, 06:04:02 pm by Geallen »
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Geallen

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Re: Daimondrein Succesion fort- join now! Poll is up!
« Reply #1 on: June 12, 2014, 06:05:56 pm »

Update!
Gods and Historical figures section completed will work on the Mythos at some point.

Also POLL! Come on people start voting, perhaps even joining! I am seriously going crazy from all this elf-like waiting! I want to sink my axe into something!

Anyways with best regards enjoy,

Geallen