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- Feb 26, 2014
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- Toronto Canada
This was a time like no others, rich in opportunity and danger, even as ancient and inhuman dangers rise up to threaten the civilized realms of humanity. Still, hope can be won by great deeds, done for glory, honor, power or wealth, can be accomplished only in such times as these, as chaos grips the lands, letting new hero's rise, to forge for themselves new sagas and legends. But, danger lurks around every corner.
On the boarders, bandits and criminals grow in number, taking up their weapons and laying siege to the common people, carrying off livestock and grain, reaping a harvest of farmers from the fields. From the deep, forgotten places, ancient horrors, long though dead or imprisoned until the end of the earth, as slipping past cracks in their cages, spilling forth horror and primal savagery as they do so. Even the dead are restless, rising from shallow graves, a dark voice from the desert calling them to shed the blood of the living, and heed the call of the grave.
For the risks are many and grave, but so two are the possible rewards. Now, to glory!
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Celina
It would be the early hours of the morning, as the river birds began to sing, even as the sun had yet to rise from the east, though soon enough, as dawn broke, your condition, on the southern reaches of Shem, on the banks of the river Styx, the water to your south, desert to your north, rising gently like a wave, as you've made your way east, towards the fishing village of Fish.
Still, behind you, there is the terror of the Red Sands, cruel men worshiping a demon of blood and death, and offering up captives in brutal and grizzly sacrifice. Still, for the moment you have escaped them.
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Fianna
You have been walking the road of kings, the great road leading through much of the Hyborian world, as you travel southwards, almost through the mountainous realm of Khoraja, with Shem spread out before you to the south, though it is still a day through the passes, more if something happens.
Still, you are inside a warm inn, there there is warmth, no snow, and best of all? Ale to drink as long as you have the coin.
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Ceana
By chance, you are in the same in as the Vanir woman, though your own story is one of exile and contempt, of hidden sneers and jeers, of social pressure and willing abidcation off all that made you who you were. Still, as you travel southwards, there is time, before the journey begins, after a full nights rest.
Of course, who knows exactly what could happen in a place like this? So.. sleepy and mundane?
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Nikotris the Beloved
While your duties at the temple have a place of rest, there is often time to spend the nights in the home you grew in, a familiar warmth pressed to your side, a familiar scent in your nostrils. Your brothers, Kha'y scent, mingled thoroughly with that of your coupling the night before, his hands around your waist and stomach, his man hood pressed to her buttocks, as he continued to sleep.
On the boarders, bandits and criminals grow in number, taking up their weapons and laying siege to the common people, carrying off livestock and grain, reaping a harvest of farmers from the fields. From the deep, forgotten places, ancient horrors, long though dead or imprisoned until the end of the earth, as slipping past cracks in their cages, spilling forth horror and primal savagery as they do so. Even the dead are restless, rising from shallow graves, a dark voice from the desert calling them to shed the blood of the living, and heed the call of the grave.
For the risks are many and grave, but so two are the possible rewards. Now, to glory!
////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////
Celina
It would be the early hours of the morning, as the river birds began to sing, even as the sun had yet to rise from the east, though soon enough, as dawn broke, your condition, on the southern reaches of Shem, on the banks of the river Styx, the water to your south, desert to your north, rising gently like a wave, as you've made your way east, towards the fishing village of Fish.
Still, behind you, there is the terror of the Red Sands, cruel men worshiping a demon of blood and death, and offering up captives in brutal and grizzly sacrifice. Still, for the moment you have escaped them.
////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////
Fianna
You have been walking the road of kings, the great road leading through much of the Hyborian world, as you travel southwards, almost through the mountainous realm of Khoraja, with Shem spread out before you to the south, though it is still a day through the passes, more if something happens.
Still, you are inside a warm inn, there there is warmth, no snow, and best of all? Ale to drink as long as you have the coin.
////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////
Ceana
By chance, you are in the same in as the Vanir woman, though your own story is one of exile and contempt, of hidden sneers and jeers, of social pressure and willing abidcation off all that made you who you were. Still, as you travel southwards, there is time, before the journey begins, after a full nights rest.
Of course, who knows exactly what could happen in a place like this? So.. sleepy and mundane?
////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////
Nikotris the Beloved
While your duties at the temple have a place of rest, there is often time to spend the nights in the home you grew in, a familiar warmth pressed to your side, a familiar scent in your nostrils. Your brothers, Kha'y scent, mingled thoroughly with that of your coupling the night before, his hands around your waist and stomach, his man hood pressed to her buttocks, as he continued to sleep.
