Dead Souls Requiem
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*Krayt
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Escape from the Graveyard City Moil
The godsmen had breached the ancient forgotten city. Housing many memories of forgotten powers and mortals who had acended far beyond limitations. The echo of a lost artifact of tremendous power had brought the shadows of memory manifest. The being that had created the statue of Black Souls had made the same journey they had made and ripped parts from the massed entrapped beings just as some of the godsmen had been afflicted by a strange desease attacking the very core of their being.
The once powerful seals however was weakened and they lost was waiting to be found. The riddling spectral satues was joined with the part of the statue held by the godsman Sapphira. The Party of heros managed to escape the graveyard World through a rift that seemed a tear in reality itself. An humanoid, a demonic and angelic shadowy shape was gathered at it mentioning a power called the Last Word. Rabblings of dead memories. Again the womb of life was spoken this times as the birthplace of souls. The rift saw them safely returned to the godsmen.
The black statue had been transformed into a illuminating watery humanoid shaped statue. within it shimmered Another world much diffrent from the darkness they had been sucked into last time they had exprimented with it. A spectal garden of faint lights danced as if beneath a clear wellspring rippling.
The godsmen had breached the ancient forgotten city. Housing many memories of forgotten powers and mortals who had acended far beyond limitations. The echo of a lost artifact of tremendous power had brought the shadows of memory manifest. The being that had created the statue of Black Souls had made the same journey they had made and ripped parts from the massed entrapped beings just as some of the godsmen had been afflicted by a strange desease attacking the very core of their being.
The once powerful seals however was weakened and they lost was waiting to be found. The riddling spectral satues was joined with the part of the statue held by the godsman Sapphira. The Party of heros managed to escape the graveyard World through a rift that seemed a tear in reality itself. An humanoid, a demonic and angelic shadowy shape was gathered at it mentioning a power called the Last Word. Rabblings of dead memories. Again the womb of life was spoken this times as the birthplace of souls. The rift saw them safely returned to the godsmen.
The black statue had been transformed into a illuminating watery humanoid shaped statue. within it shimmered Another world much diffrent from the darkness they had been sucked into last time they had exprimented with it. A spectal garden of faint lights danced as if beneath a clear wellspring rippling.
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*Hydra
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As months passed the statue remained well guarded yet untouched until the Factor remembered and came to examine the statue once again. Kala carefully verified if everything was in place and if any portal could be opened. She also sent words, re-assembling the team would be a good first step.
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*Krayt
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Gazing into the man-shaped rift in reality Kala saw a silvery garden cloaked in night. Unltettering the bound beings in the moil had seemingly open this gateway. Trees grew in Close ranks enbracing each other with white boughs as if shielding it neighbour. Pools that looked like polished plates of steel.The dark world they had been spirited away into and the trapped beings was nowehere to be seen. It appeared to her as a peaceful forrest albeit it seemed much to arranged to be a wildly growing wood. Leaning against a glistening bole she could hint a familiar shade. Railyn was sitting with his legs widly apart reaching for something admist the leaves.
She Heard the faintest whisper ecoing as a ghost in her mind innocently and free of any regret or sorrow.The same voice as of the wind-dancign child. "Beware the old man he fears to lose what he still holds. Beware the child he has no control of his powers. Beware of yourself for you stand between them."
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She Heard the faintest whisper ecoing as a ghost in her mind innocently and free of any regret or sorrow.The same voice as of the wind-dancign child. "Beware the old man he fears to lose what he still holds. Beware the child he has no control of his powers. Beware of yourself for you stand between them."
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