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It's a Chuck Palahniuk quotes kinda night.
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... Something new
11 yrs ago
I'm so Fuckin' broken...

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@Sam12435
I'm in WA, today is hot.
Did I hear someone say the ball has finally started!?!?

@Fetzen

Kyzler the cursed hunter


(@ the Tavern )


"I'm still 'ere. Just feeling a bit beyond my years. That's all." He says with sigh as he taps his pipe against the table to clear if before tucking it back away.
"But it ain't nothing a hard drink can't cure." he says as he springs to his feet with a growing smile, either discovering some reservoir of energy or simply faking it to cover his distant mood.

Stepping back as to not have to crane his neck to look at the tall man, Ky carries on.

"Eh, she's a witch. Never can say where they are or ought to be. Well actually I know where they ought to be, at the bottom of a burning stake pile! Em I right!?" He lets out a light hearted chuckle as he pats the man on the shoulder. Clearly proud of his little malicious joke.


Kill the Spyder


Concerning:@WeepingLiberty@Rune_Alchemist@Dark Light

Arden

Chapter 1.9
Chores and duties


(@ the Fortress )


Arden wasn't aware just how tired he was until he was thrown to the floor by a sudden short fast action movement that saved his life. It wasn't even until lying on the floor staring at the large spindly leg that came crashing down and piercing into the solid stone floor did his senses finally snap to.
His fatigue was clearly causing his reflexes to slip just like the potion in his hand.
With a small fumble he quickly regained his grip and skirted backwards across the floor away from the giant ancient monster. It was truly unlike anything he had ever seen before but Arden simply couldn't share Nyphadoras amazed wonder.

Arden sat dumbfounded on the floor, earlier items tightly clenched in each hand, unable to answer the question posed to him. Further more he was currently incapable to even fathoms or process Celia's bizarre request.

'Fire' the thought popped into Arden's head. His gaze jumped from the creature to the nearest torch and back again. Making his move, without warning, Arden stumbles to his feet and begins to shoot across the room, sprinting his heart out as though his life depended on it. (Which it very much might.)
It's a dark world right? I hope that post isn't too... cold, for this setting?
Priest Azerus

Location: Forgotten mine, Shezze. (Heading to the church)
Interacting with: Mentioned [Dead witches]
***


...
'CRACK!'

'Thud'

And just like that, in one foul swift and violent motion righteous justice was delivered.
A thin frail frame falls to the floor.

All the frantic running and hiding, all the desperate fearful attempts at bargaining and trade.
The empty excuses.
The desperate pleas and sobbing tears, all of it and none of it could alter the fate so long ago set out for the sinful heathen.
Her destiny decided the day she chose to wander off the path of light and and step into the mysterious world of selfish darkness and corruptive magics. It was only a matter of time until her blessings caught up with her. Even in the eternal darkness of Shezze's deep tunnels and forgotten mines she could not escape her fate or the wrath of the church.

Her exact crimes were beyond Azerus's concern and remained that way even as he looked over her limp lifeless body. Her pale, surprised, tear stricken face contorted on her broken neck unnaturally peering back over her shoulder to face her attacker.
Azerus was not proud of his work but took solitude in knowing that he was doing what needed to be done.
For the greater good.

An icy chill ran ran up his now exposed bare chest, only moments ago shielded by the warmth of the witches body. The icy breeze only further justifying his actions and acting as a reminder of the desolation laid upon the very balance of nature by the corruptive and defiling touch of her self serving manipulative ways.

Some things were just meant to be left to be. Why will they not understand that. When will the selfish greed for ones own desires and curiosities be put to second place of the needs of the whole.

Azerus knew too, his own blessings were slowly coming to an end. A sickness had been stirring within him and his time was now limited. This learning only caused him to work harder. He had travelled to the dirtiest and furtherest out reaches and wallowed amongst the depravity of non-believers all so that in his final moments he may make as much of an impact on the surviving world as was possible.

So far away from the great holy sun stone, he had since lost count of how many blessing of light may have passed since his departure. At first he was sure his body would remember and hold the holy balanced pattern of sleep and action but without signs to guide him he knew this began to falter.
The weight of his eyes told him multiple blessings had passed since he had last rested his body. Now was not yet the time to give way to such desires. His legs still functioned and while he remained in service to the church, Azerus would push on not resting until the job was done.

Surveying the makeshift hut where the witch planned to see out her time until Azerus's passing, he noticed a wealthy supply of stock and rations. However non of it served her any good since she greatly underestimated him. Of her possessions he buried or broke what he could, only salvaging few dedicated items of interest for the church to be later put to greater use at their discretion.
Hauling the witches body from the ground and over his shoulders, he begins the arduous journey back to town under the additional weight of the new soon to be effigy of evil. Azerus knew undoubtably there would be an announcement and public display shortly after his return.
@rivaan

...

O_o

Of course there's no season...
Let's just forget I ever said that.
GOD DAMN WITCHES MAKING EVERYTHING COLD!!!
Here's my new lore:

XD

The equivalent of days are called blessings.
Stone blessings for the heathens and God blessings for the faithful.
We as players recognise the sun stone mimicks a day with its light but for them the Sun stones light is a periodical blessing that comes and goes.

"The cities stone has blessed us three times since I saw her last."

"I will spend the next 10 blessings of the lords light by your side, but after that I must return to my home."


What those devil worshiping kreetons at the academy choose to call it is beyond me, but traditionally religion roots itself into behaviour before science.

Thoughts?
@Dark Light I had never thought that deep about it and now I'm scared XD


It's enough to drive some crazy I reckon.

I guess it's like the solitude prisoners are exposed too, except theirs is light.

Hey @rivaan, is that unexplainable cold simply winter?
Coz that would make sense, seasons creep up without notice. At least it would give some semblance of a time keep.
@rivaan
Oh no it's not the dark, it's the endless day. No cycle, no new beginnings, no synchronicity with the world, no universal method of time keeping or arrangement making.

You eat when you are hungry, sleep when you are tired, bath when you are dirty, otherwise work everything else. And everyone does it to their own accord. You wake up as others go to sleep.
You might have counted 10 sleeps to another's 8.
There is no reason to differentiate your meals.
No countdown to the end of the day. It's endless...
Just a continuous struggle, stuck frozen in the eternal darkness of time till you die.

Lack of a sun stone signals the death of tomorrow.
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