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- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per week
- Writing Levels
- Prestige
- Douche
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Genres
- High Fantasy, Modern Fantasy, Epic Fantasy, Yaoi, Political Intrigue, Supernatural, Post-Apocalyptic
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"Tales tell of the land of C'bhoxia and its gruesome, barbaric past where men took what they wanted, when they wanted, and paid little heed to anyone else. Whispers of forests of Hanging Men's Trees, and of rivers running red with blood remain from this time of old. There was chaos in the land, the many kingdoms waging frequent war. To this day, many of the ruined palaces of eld still cling to the stench of sweat, and blood and gore, unable to let go of the terrible past that haunts them."
"This was not always to be the case, my fellow men, for as sure as the sun rises and sets beyond the enormous mountains of the Western Ridge, there rose strong leaders from each corner of the land who would not rest until peace was had. We have all heard the songs, have we not, men?" Tankards of ale and wine and frothy beer were raised in the smoky haze of the tavern and a dull yell rose from the gathered crowd.
"Of Lord Myrnodyn, whose army of attractive women doppelgangers from his great palace of shining gold and pristine marble were said to be able to take even the largest of enemies!" The laughter that followed was raucous. Swigs were taken from their large mugs and the patrons joined once again in uproarious guffawing. "And those of General Vay, Keeper of the Bhanhammr, whose enormous hammer had the power to pound even the most tenacious of enemies into submission!" The line paved the way for yet another round of laughter. Many of the tavern-goers were in tears.
"Over the years, these men faded into obscurity, but just as quick, others took their place. Jovian of House Olive, the High King of the last remaining kingdom, whose mistresses numbered far more than the bones in a man's body and her High Queen, Jean of House Fabblue who was betrothed to the gay Azure Imperator Malkuthe who rules over all the land." There was a dreadful silence in the tavern now.
"But he rules with an iron fist! He must be overthrown! Yet he has attempted to have the Princess W murdered to prevent succession to the Throne! Malkuthe the Azure must fall"[/DASH]
"Tales tell of the land of C'bhoxia and its gruesome, barbaric past where men took what they wanted, when they wanted, and paid little heed to anyone else. Whispers of forests of Hanging Men's Trees, and of rivers running red with blood remain from this time of old. There was chaos in the land, the many kingdoms waging frequent war. To this day, many of the ruined palaces of eld still cling to the stench of sweat, and blood and gore, unable to let go of the terrible past that haunts them."
"This was not always to be the case, my fellow men, for as sure as the sun rises and sets beyond the enormous mountains of the Western Ridge, there rose strong leaders from each corner of the land who would not rest until peace was had. We have all heard the songs, have we not, men?" Tankards of ale and wine and frothy beer were raised in the smoky haze of the tavern and a dull yell rose from the gathered crowd.
"Of Lord Myrnodyn, whose army of attractive women doppelgangers from his great palace of shining gold and pristine marble were said to be able to take even the largest of enemies!" The laughter that followed was raucous. Swigs were taken from their large mugs and the patrons joined once again in uproarious guffawing. "And those of General Vay, Keeper of the Bhanhammr, whose enormous hammer had the power to pound even the most tenacious of enemies into submission!" The line paved the way for yet another round of laughter. Many of the tavern-goers were in tears.
"Over the years, these men faded into obscurity, but just as quick, others took their place. Jovian of House Olive, the High King of the last remaining kingdom, whose mistresses numbered far more than the bones in a man's body and her High Queen, Jean of House Fabblue who was betrothed to the gay Azure Imperator Malkuthe who rules over all the land." There was a dreadful silence in the tavern now.
"But he rules with an iron fist! He must be overthrown! Yet he has attempted to have the Princess W murdered to prevent succession to the Throne! Malkuthe the Azure must fall"[/DASH]
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