Current Character Description - Zeratul
Before you stands a frail little dying young man. The creature is laying on the corner for some silver or gold. His glowing white eyes pierce your soul as you look into them. As you give him some silver from your bag you notice theres a token in there. You peer at him one last time as he stands up at least 5ft tall. Pieces of flesh falling off him as he stands you notice his black hair he throws on his cape over his head as he whispers something to you. "The end is near never fear.For death will rise again"
Current Character Description - Serpiente
Serpiente was once programmed to do the bidding for the Church of Strife. After the fall of Strife, with no purpose, he intentionally deactivated himself... Until he was found yet again and reprogrammed by the leaders of Long Death. Now, as a mindless servant to the hierarchy of Long Death he has found a new purpose in his mechanical life... To inflict the most pain to sentient lifeforms as possible.
Current Character Description - Imitidoras Idrissa
Imitidoras stands a mere three feet tall, but does not seem intimidated by the taller folk, on the contrary he looks around with an experts eye, trying to find an easy mark, someone to quench his unfathomable thirst. He is paler then most Halflings, but not deathly pale like many lich, a playful yet mischievious grin plays upon his thin lips.
Current Character Description - Rosso Aposso
Standing before you is a Podrikev, about 7 Feet tall, with eyes as blue as the sky. Looking like nothing more than a commoner. Equiped with nothing more than average equipent. What you see may not always be what it really is. Its not what is on the out side, but what is within. In side this body is, hate, thurst for power, death, murder. And for everyone who does not follow the might Lord to suffer.
Crossing Lines, Honoring Promises
How do you tell someone that you love, that you love someone else more? Do you? Do you admit that the feelings you experience with this person are less intense than the feelings you experience with the other? Do you tell this person that they seem to be passive in their expressions of love, and the other breaks down walls to wrap you in the fortress of their arms? No. You do not. You look at their back as it is turned to you and you deal with the hot flush of shame and guilt in the act of admitting you did them wrong.
You watch them curl up into a ball as they endure the pain that they've felt before from previous relationships. You watch as they crumble with the idea that they are just doomed to failure with love. When they ask you if you are going to stay, ask you if you are going to be there, you say that you will because its a way to stop the gnawing ache in the middle of your chest that reminds you of all the times you were a horrible person to those you love.
When the ache doesn't vanish, and you hesitate on your words, and your lover turns to you desperate for answers, you admit perhaps life would be better without you in it. It would. But then you feel the sting of such selfish words, and you watch the other person clinging with hope that you didn't mean what you meant. You remember that isn't an option.
You watch the passive one relinquish the gentler side, pull you in to an embrace and wrap you warmly in a cloak of loving desperation. You listen to the words as they tell you where you belong, how you will honor those promises made, how you must ensure that no more lines are crossed. How that other person that made you breathless must be at the end of your fighting words. How you will never be alone with that person again.
You relent. You've made promises. You have people depending on you. Here you are safe. Here you are wanted and loved. Here you will stay or drive loved ones to despair. You look at your passive lover. You say yes. You kiss. You cuddle. You fall asleep and watch the dreams covered in sin march before your mind with living colors, and when you wake, you do your best to forget them.
You watch them curl up into a ball as they endure the pain that they've felt before from previous relationships. You watch as they crumble with the idea that they are just doomed to failure with love. When they ask you if you are going to stay, ask you if you are going to be there, you say that you will because its a way to stop the gnawing ache in the middle of your chest that reminds you of all the times you were a horrible person to those you love.
When the ache doesn't vanish, and you hesitate on your words, and your lover turns to you desperate for answers, you admit perhaps life would be better without you in it. It would. But then you feel the sting of such selfish words, and you watch the other person clinging with hope that you didn't mean what you meant. You remember that isn't an option.
You watch the passive one relinquish the gentler side, pull you in to an embrace and wrap you warmly in a cloak of loving desperation. You listen to the words as they tell you where you belong, how you will honor those promises made, how you must ensure that no more lines are crossed. How that other person that made you breathless must be at the end of your fighting words. How you will never be alone with that person again.
You relent. You've made promises. You have people depending on you. Here you are safe. Here you are wanted and loved. Here you will stay or drive loved ones to despair. You look at your passive lover. You say yes. You kiss. You cuddle. You fall asleep and watch the dreams covered in sin march before your mind with living colors, and when you wake, you do your best to forget them.
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