/u/Gothkiwigirl's posts
[WP] Deja Vu is a funny thing. As a boy I thought of the invaders of my city as the incarnation of evil, monsters in human form. Now as a man I'm sure the children here feel the same, as I lay siege to their city. Deja Vu is a funny thing.
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[WP] The crown fell from his hands with a clatter. With the sorcerer king slain. The hero who slayed him, who liberated us, united us and lead us to march on the capital. It was only fitting that he take the crown, but he merely muttered something and limped through the crowd back to his home.
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[WP] He killed your brother, with a spell you taught him no less. And they were going to let him go, because he was highborn, because it was an "accident", because he was young because there is no justice here. So I will justice, I will get vengeance.
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[WP]When you crossed the slavers sea, you were told you would meet a demon woman guarding a cursed city, but instead you find a mother no older than 20 and a boy no older than 5.
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[WP] In a fantasy world full of magic, you are the last robot, a relic from the old world, before mankind discovered magic, before they used it to blast themselves back to the stone age. You try to avoid humans, staying in the far north, but a man has come to your home, a strange man.
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[WP] King Doran had one law for the spirits, "When one walks the land of the living, bring not plague nor pain, but only gifts" unfortunately the spirits can be quite imaginative with their "gifts"
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[WP] When you choke a man to death you find yourself in a cave you've never seen a strange figure garbed in strange clothes sits across from you cooking a stew "You killed a mortal man, now partake of his flesh" you no longer see the figure, instead you see a corpse, with your hands around its neck.
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[WP] Once there was a woman made of roses, she was more beautiful than any bouquet, yet no man nor woman could get past her thorns. So she stayed alone, guarding her garden waiting for someone to come. She waited until a man made of stone came one day.
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